Black_aesthetik
Raihan managed to reach his room, though the short walk from the sitting room felt like a journey through fog. He was lightheaded, his vision dimming like a flickering candle. As he fumbled through his backpack, searching for his pills, everything around him darkened. At first, he thought NEPA had taken the light, but when his body collided with the cold, hard tiles, he knew better he was about to faint.
Falling into unconsciousness felt like slipping into water with no bottom. The slow loss of his senses-hearing, sight, breath-was terrifying. He had never died before, but maybe death wasn't as loud and dramatic as people imagined. Was this how it happened? Quietly? Alone?
Would they find him by morning, when he didn't show up for breakfast? Or maybe later? Thoughts ran wild as he finally surrendered to the creeping darkness.