I walk around, Eyebrows saddened. I was alone- More than alone.. Was I, feeling depressed? I can't kill myself- I'm already dead.. But still, what's happening?
For as many times as I walk further away from my hull, I see pieces. Pieces of Engines, Ballasts, Weaving. But I kept on finding P08 Lugers,
I kept on pretending I was shooting the passing fish, closing my left eye and flicking the P08 Luger in my Right Hand to resemble the knockback of shooting it. It was the one thing down here that put a smile on my face. But as I begin to feel the water more and more- I begin to ponder..
What led to the moments of which I ended up....
Here?
The Abyss beneath the seas was dark.. I walked and walked, and found myself picking up the mud sometimes and grinding it in my hands- Watching it fall. I looked back up. I had collected exactly 1,823 Seashells, and 21 P08 Lugers, along with 5 Main Gun Shells- All the items I just listed were placed in their own regions in front of the Registry.
I sighed, looking back up. There must be something that can trigger a flashback.. What do I remember?
" Indeed..... What do you remember, Infamous (Y/N)? "
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In the Mist
Mistério / SuspenseYou wake up in the depths of the Abyss.. What do you remember? A tale of a person destined to die? A man, who fought with pride to the last shell? What do you.. Remember?
