Hearts Awakened, Live Alive

Wooyoung: Agent 902

Wooyoung was awoken by the sound of a door creaking open from down the hall. His eyes were heavy; he couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour. Groaning quietly, he turned over in his cell's uncomfortable bed to face the wall to the best of his ability. He hadn't meant to fall asleep; he'd wanted to be awake and alert for when any more Agony agents came to pay him a visit. After his talk yesterday with Seonghwa, the very few agents that he interacted with had gotten bolder. Despite Seonghwa having told him that he wasn't going to let Agony kill him, to keep up appearances—or so he said anyway—Seonghwa had still told the organization that they wouldn't get anything useful from him. He'd been very clearly marked for death due to his lack of cooperation and everyone knew it. The agents who brought him his meals sneered at him more, called him creative insults; one of them last night had thrown his food tray at him instead of just sliding it under the bars. Wooyoung wasn't going to have eaten it anyway but it still hadn't been a pleasant experience.

He hadn't seen Seonghwa since yesterday so the only even remotely pleasant presence in his life right now was the woman from his initial interrogation. He wasn't entirely sure why she treated him like an actual human being when she had no reason to, but he appreciated it nonetheless. She'd told him some rather terrifying information when he had asked how exactly Agony was going to kill him.

"Normally, it's just a quick shot to the head," the woman had answered. Wooyoung really didn't like that there was clearly a "but" coming next. "But recently, the organization's developed a new punishment system and... they think you're the perfect candidate to test run it..."

"What is it, exactly?" Wooyoung had asked. He had a bad feeling about this one.

"You ever heard of those completely soundproof rooms? You know, the ones that are so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat and the blood rushing through your ears?"

Wooyoung had nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"Well, we have something a little like that now." She spoke quietly like she was ashamed to be associated with the organization she worked for. "The rooms aren't quite as severe so that the descent into madness takes longer..."

"So how will that kill me?" Wooyoung had asked, though he could've probably guessed the answer to his own question.

"They'll give you a gun," the woman had said. "With a single bullet inside."

What an awful way to go, Wooyoung thought. He really hoped it didn't come to that, really hoped Seonghwa hadn't been lying to him, that his team would be able to find him and infiltrate wherever he was being held without getting hurt in the process. It was a lot to hope for, he knew, but it was all he had. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to contain his emotions as best as he could as he wrapped his arms tightly around himself. He didn't want to die in a place like this... not without seeing San one last time. His smile, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, the sound of his voice...

He had to think about something else. Someone—or a pair of someones if the sound of footsteps was anything to go by—had entered the holding cell hallway; they were heading his way. He didn't want to look weak to any of these agents. If he was going to die, he'd go with dignity, protecting his friends and loved ones to the bitter end.

He didn't bother turning back around to face the doorway; if they wanted his attention, they'd get it when they got here.

"Wooyoung!?" he heard a voice call out to the hallway. What...?

"You idiot, just because I said that the cameras were shut off doesn't mean you can go yelling like that," a second voice scolded.

Wooyoung recognized these voices. They were modulated a little differently than normal, but it was unmistakable. He clambered out of his bed, practically crumbling to the ground as his battered limbs weren't ready to support his weight. He pushed through the fatigue and the pain, forcing himself to walk up to the bars of his cell. He collapsed against them, catching himself upright before he fell.