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LEVEL THREE [ CONTINUED ]

UNIT : THE VISION

PLAYER : DEJUN
DECEMBER 2020

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> "how did you end up here?"

dejun looked at the taller man sitting across from him, barefooted and dressed in a simple white shirt and pants. that was a question he should be asking him.

"i was already here," he replied. lucas looked at him with confusion written in his large eyes. he could almost see his own reflection in them. "i've been here for a year."

"a year..." lucas repeated, stunned. "a year... in this holding cell?"

"a year in the facility," dejun corrected as he looked around the small room. everything was white, from the floor, to the walls, to the beds and tables. one of the walls was just a sheet of bulletproof glass, giving them a view of the barren hallway—which also happened to be white. occasionally, there would be passing staff members who rarely spared them a glance.

lucas didn't question him any further. he leaned back on his bed with a faraway look on his face. everything felt unreal. everything felt like a livid dream, and they wanted desperately to wake up.

dejun knew what was coming next, but was still in denial. he couldn't remember the last time he went outside. he couldn't remember the last time they thought he was innocent. as he sat alone with lucas now, his memories were becoming distorted and he couldn't let go of the dreadful feeling in his chest.

he knew he was going to die. the acceptance was barely there, but he knew it was going to happen. for as long as he'd been in the facility, dejun watched how brutal the games would be and knew fully well that he would never be able to handle one. at the young age of 20, he didn't think he'd ever have to worry about that. yet here he was... in the preparation ward with around a dozen other people who were either unconscious or pacing maniacally around their respective cells.

where did it go wrong? the question had been lingering in his mind for days now. it kept him up at night and he barely had an appetite anymore. all he wanted was to go home. he had no idea how his life got to this point, how it went downhill so quick. he had no idea how he would escape, or if he would escape.

all he knew was that he should've realized he'd settled his fate the moment he uttered a word to that kid named yangyang.

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THE MUSEUM

UNIT : THE VISION