"Today, we fight."
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Epsyndria, an invisible floating island above the Bermuda Triangle. Only a few unlucky people are called upon there.
You may ask,
'Unlucky? How?'
Simple- the chosen victims have to fight their way a through a gi...
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Once the door opened, Jeongguk saw his tattered reflection on a mirror across him; he seemed to be peering at a small cuboidal metal chamber, somewhat similar to an elevator- which confused him considerably for he was expecting another pathway leading to his doom.
He slightly peeked into the room, his gaze carefully examining each detail. He wasn't accustomed to the reflection he saw in the mirror- Jeongguk usually looked neat and clean, but now, the boy looked no better than a victimized soul. His eyes flickered between his face and his injured left arm- which kept on throbbing with pain invariably caused by the knife shot at him during one of the trials.
His rusty blood splattered across the T-shirt which was once white.
Gradually, he raised his right hand and placed it upon his tender wound and seethed at the pain it caused.
A loud bang sounded across the room, interrupting Jeongguk from his self-inspection. He looked behind to see the door shut--terminating any possibility of escape he had before.
'Ugh, what now? Are they planning to kill me with another 'surprise'? What's it going to be this time, arrows? Bullets?'
Anger was evident on his face, but his inner thoughts were battling with his exterior demeanour considering they were completely contradictory; he was quivering at how helpless he was in a situation such as this on the inside.
A loud distorted noise broke the silence of the uncanny room, and Jeongguk didn't like it one bit.
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Subsequent to seeing his reflection in the mirror, Hoseok never imagined being at a point of life where blood surfaced his features. He never felt so incapable in a while; the emotion felt somewhat foreign to him after returning from a long duration of time.
Once the door slammed behind him, his anxiety got the best of him; he hysterically imagined some of the irrational possibilities to come, but what he imagined couldn't compare to what he heard.
A loud feminine voice boomed across the room- presumably by a female Epignite- seemingly making a short announcement.
He felt his heart being stabbed a million times during the span of a few words.
He fell to his knees with his eyes clouded with dread, the announcement constantly repeating inside of his head as if it were haunting him.
The boy who was once nothing but a beam of sunlight was slowly growing into darkness, like a moth to a flame; the sinister aura of the darkness was somewhat seizing his light and confining it within the deep, dark oblivion of fear.
