JIMIN POV
Too dark. Everything is way too dark. I can’t see a damn thing. Just the screams.
Fuck—the screams.
Sorrowful, gut-wrenching cries of pain rip through the silence like knives tearing through flesh. So many voices. Too many. I don’t know them. I don’t recognize a single one. But they’re all crying… pleading… mourning.
For what? Why am I hearing this?
They echo, swirl inside my skull like a curse trying to claw its way into my brain. I press my palms to my ears—but the screams are inside me now. They’re not coming from out there. They’re in my blood.
Suddenly—I step forward. Something shifts beneath me. Wet. Cold. Thick.
A strange liquid laps at my ankles. My eyes dart around, straining to see—nothing. Blind. I’m completely blind in this hell.
I crouch, hand dipping into the substance around me. It clings to my skin, slow and heavy. I lift my fingers to my nose—Blood.
The metallic sting of it hits hard. My stomach turns. I stumble back, slipping—arms flailing as the thick pool starts dragging me deeper.
I try to swim. I kick. Thrash. But the harder I fight, the heavier I get. My limbs… they won’t move. It’s like something's holding me down. Something cold. Something dead.
Why the hell can’t I move?!
The screams grow louder—closer now. They roar through the darkness like waves crashing inside my skull. I gasp for air. My lungs burn.
Then—light. A pair of massive doors creak open in the distance. Blinding, golden light pours through, cutting through the pitch-black abyss.
That’s my way out. It has to be. But as I blink through the light—I see it. I’m standing waist-deep in a pool. A pool full of blood.
Blood all around me. Beneath me.
Covering me. Even my clothes are soaked in it. I start swimming again—desperately—trying to get to the edge, to the light, to anything. But the more I swim, the farther the shore seems to drift.
Endless. Hopeless.
I turn my head. Beyond the open doors, just outside— People. Hundreds of them. Maybe more. All dressed in black. Silent tears streaking their blurred faces. Heads bowed. Shoulders shaking.
A funeral?
I blink again. No. Not just a funeral.
A graveyard. Rows of tombstones stretch across the land like broken teeth. The air hangs heavy, like even the sky is mourning.
I don’t understand. I don’t know who they’re crying for. Who died? Why are they crying?
Then it hits me. The whispers crawling under my skin:
POOL OF BLOOD. FUNERAL. GRAVEYARD. DEATH.
BLOOD— A LOT OF BLOOD.
SCREAMS— SO MANY SORROWFUL SCREAMS.
DEATH. DEATH. DEATH.
BLOOD. SCREAMS. DEATH.
BLOOD! SCREAMS! DEATH?
BLOOD! SCREAMS! DEATH?
BLOOD. ALOT OF BLOOD!
SCREAMS. SO MANY SORROWFUL SCREAMS!
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