"if we get killed in the game, we don't wake up."
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wake up.
nct (ot21).
published: 20/06/01
completed: 21/06/01
contains strong language, violence, death, and other mature themes.
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THE CITY
UNIT : THE VISION
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> he woke up in a dark alleyway, unable to remember anything but his name and bits of the life he could no longer live.
he quickly stood up and looked down at himself. he didn't seem to be injured anywhere and his clothes were clean... so what happened?
it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the neon lights of the city billboards. his nimble legs wandered towards the empty street, past parked vehicles and scattered traffic cones.
he looked straight down the block; it looked like the streets of tokyo. the asphalt was wet with rain and the full moon shone brightly in the distance. there was no sign of life other than the occasional crow flying overhead.
as he started to walk, he tried to recall anything from the past 24 hours but was met with frustration and a blank mind. he had no idea where he was, how he got there, or what was going to happen to him. to top it off, he was alone.
a bold red structure from around the corner caught his eye. there were chinese lanterns hanging above, and signs with calligraphy in that language. he guessed it was chinatown, but there was something about it that drew the male towards it.
he observed his surroundings as he passed the entrance, doing a full 360. he couldn't lie—it was a beautiful place, especially under the moonlight.
his admiration came to a stop when he heard a faint click, and something shifting under his feet. he didn't even get the chance to look before hearing voices.
panicking, he picked up his pace and moved further into the city. he glanced behind him to see no one following him, but the voices could still be heard.
it was when text started appearing in the sky that he realized he had triggered something. pixels sparked like lightning, and the words floated there like clouds.
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> and what puzzled him even more was the sight in front of him: his close friend aiming a gun at his head.
