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Everything hurts... so much...

Excruciating pain flares up on your sides as you try to move.

An electric shock fills your lungs as you try to breathe.

What is... happening...?

All you remember is going to sleep, and then waking up in this living nightmare.

Wait... a Nightmare! Another one...?

You try to open your eyes, but crimson fills your vision, you immediately screw them shut when you feel your own blood seeping into your tear ducts.

Why...

You didn't notice that you were being carried on someone's back, the agonizing pain that you were currently experiencing seemed to temporarily paralyze your senses.

Why is this happening again?!

As you return to your senses, you try to open your eyes a little to know where you're currently at.

Squinting your eyes, you see locks of maroon hair bouncing in front of you. You realise that you're being carried by the boy you saw before. He was trying to rush you somewhere, most probably to a nearby hospital.

Suddenly, all you see in front of you is red, and it wasn't just the blood this time.

Your finger twitches and your arm moves on its own, as if it is being controlled by a string.

The boy slows down due to exhaustion, yet he was still desperate to get help from the nearby town.

Your upper body moves up on its own despite the agonizing pain pulsating throughout it.

Your head twitches furiously as if you're possessed.

'You' let out an animalistic growl and thrash around in the boy's hold, leading to the both of you falling down the hill, into the deep snow.

• • •

You find yourself stuck inside a cold, dark place. All alone.

You do not know how you're still standing up despite being in so much pain.

An appetizing smell enters your nose, making your mind go haywire.

'You' frantically search for the source, desperately wanting to feed your empty stomach before you collapse out of pain, weakness and exhaustion.

This is not you, you're sure about that.

Neither is the actual host of this body conscious...

...then who is it?

What is making your body move?

What is controlling you?

. . .

WHAT IS CONTROLLING YOU?

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¡ ጎS҈ ¿

¡匚ꪮ𝕹𝔗R҉O҈L̸L̾I̺͆N͎ᘜ?

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You hear the crunching of snow ahead of you.

The appetizing smell gets closer.

Who is here?

Aren't 'you' alone?

Wait... Why are you alone in the middle of a forest?

Why are you all bloody and beaten?