The sound of rain, accompanied by whimpers of crying, fills the air.
"I'm cold..." Yura murmurs, barely conscious.
Drifting between unconsciousness and dizziness from blood loss, pain and burning seem to emanate from a deep wound at the nape of his neck.
"Rrr..." he groans through clenched teeth.
He cautiously slides his hand toward the wound, still semi-conscious, feeling what seems to be rough, old fabric wrapped around his head. He turns and collapses onto the rocky ground, remaining there for a time until he regains consciousness.
"What... is this?" he whispers, still disoriented.
"Eee..." Another groan escapes his throat, filled with confusion.
Between sighs of pain and bewilderment, he opens his eyes and sees the dark, damp cave he is in. Memories of a chase flood his mind: a highway at night, no sky, stone, and rain of blood.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Fragments of memories flash before his eyes. Lifting his head, he sees what appears to be an exit or a large fissure. It doesn't really matter; in the end, he just crawls toward it.
The visions grow more vivid, and it feels as if his consciousness is slipping into them as he continues dragging himself toward the exit.
When he finally pokes his head through the crack, the visions halt abruptly due to the blinding light emanating from outside. The intensity forces him to press his head against the ground until his eyes adjust. When he finally lifts his gaze, his strength returns, and he rises to his feet, walking through the cave's corridors.
As he treads the stony path, he reaches an open space covered in inscriptions carved into the walls.
ɆƞƞȺƍƆ, ÐȺɃȺɆ, ʘƆȺɳƞƖƒɏ
"so-en-nyi-fuh-yuh, dah-bah-eh, en-nu-vah-ho-kay..." he reads softly, surprised that he can decipher what seems to be a foreign language.
He suddenly stops upon realizing that he is able to read it with some fluency. He doesn't understand what is happening, which only deepens his confusion.
"Noah?" a voice intervenes in the scene.
"Yeah, I guess that's lucky, huh? Ha ha ha..." the voice responds with laughter.
The laughter fades when the person called Noah looks at him with an expression of anguish, fear, despair, and confusion deeper than anything he has ever seen.
"..."
"..."
"..."
After a long, unsettling silence as they stare at each other, his expression only worsens.
"I guess you're not in the mood for jokes," Noah comments, now more serious, upon seeing his expression.
"..."
"You could at least answer me. You're making me nervous," he insists, stepping forward.
"..."
Yura remains silent, unable to react. In his mind, a resonating echo drowns everything else:
"What is that?! What is that?! What is that?!"
Ash-gray skin, sharp teeth, enormous pitch-black eyes, silver hair, and a skeletal frame. It looks like a ghost. Its presence alone feels like an omen of misfortune, with a strange, unshifting grin carved onto its face.
He wants to run for his life, but he simply cannot. Helplessness takes over his body once more, though the situation is beyond desperate. He doesn't understand why he feels both familiarity and an icy dread at the same time.
Step-step-step.
His thoughts barely have time to catch up before his surreal reality yanks him back through the soundless steps of what he can only describe as a specter.
When the creature is close enough to touch him, it extends its thin arm, resting its hand on his shoulder.
His unblinking eyes vividly see the visions of blood rain falling onto the cold pavement beneath his feet, the wails of lament mixed with a buzzing that drills into his ears.
It starts shaking his shoulder while moving its mouth—seemingly saying something—but he hears nothing over the rain and the overwhelming noise. As the sounds intensify, tears stream from his eyes. He loses balance, falling backward onto his elbows.
Mustering what little strength he has left, he scrambles backward, trying to push away whatever this thing is with his feet, his silent screams never ceasing.
Despite his desperate attempt to escape, an overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfs him. He is no longer sure whether he will escape this living nightmare.
The creature crouches down, and he screams as the sounds and hallucinations refuse to stop.
"..."
Until an acute sense of resignation floods his mind. His arms collapse, his eyes—open until now—dim as if the very light within them has vanished. His posture can only be described with one word: corpse.
"What the...?" the creature murmurs in a friendly tone.
"Looks like the hit was worse than I was told."
The dreadful specter steps away momentarily and returns, carrying a stone-carved vessel filled with water. Without hesitation, it hurls the water violently at Yura's face.
Realizing that the one called Noah is so deeply in shock that he doesn't even react, the specter proceeds to bite its pinky finger until it begins to bleed—though only black liquid flows. It writes words in an eerily familiar language.
ɞɲßȺɳɲΨɆɆ
"uh-ni-sswehn-nay..."
ɞɲΨɆɆ
"uh-ssweh..."
A sensation of discomfort, distrust, and unease coats his mind, almost literally. Each time it writes those letters, it feels as if someone is rummaging directly through his brain, and each time he recites those words, it's as if he's touching the essence of his thoughts.
ʘɆȺΨ
"so-en-tuh..."
ƞƆɅɆƆɆ
"trahng-kee-lah..."
The uncontrollable anxiety shredding his mind suddenly subsides. He can move now, but his mental exhaustion is too deep to command even a single insignificant muscle.
ƤɅΨ ɞɲΨɆɆ
"paez men-tehl..."
A complete peace floods his mind like a waterfall. His doubts, fears, and even the rain and cold concrete vanish like water down a drain.
In this state, his mental exhaustion is so profound that even his terrified eyes finally close, allowing him to rest at last.
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