Prologue:
My heart pounds erratically against my chest along with the rhythm of my breathlessness. I can’t see a thing; not one light is lit wherever I may be. The coldness of the tiles that seem to exude the smell of blood is seeping through my clothes.
Someone’s coming. I can hear the unusual footsteps coming closer. The footsteps that seemed more like dragging carries this groaning voice with it. I still can’t see a thing; but, I can hear it more clearly now.
I will not die… I will not die…
I want to scream badly but the thought that this person might hear me silences my voice. I moved a bit to my left and then I felt this cold sticky liquid on my hand. I tried to smell it; then, all my guts wanted to crumble. I cannot force back my tears now and I cannot hold back my scream anymore.
My sharp voice pierces through the air and keeps bouncing on the walls. I know that person heard me. I have to run; yet, as I stood up, I slid back down banging myself on the pool of blood on the freezing tiles.
He’s coming.
“XALEN!!!”
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This prologue is still not sure.
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