There’s an immediate dreadful emotion rushed through him as he realized where he is. He is back. Back in that room. And this is too real to be a dream. The smell, the texture of the walls, the lightings, and temperature prove just how real everything is. He is in the Red Room. Is this a memory? He thought. But it’s too lucid to be a memory and too different. He is in the body of an adult, of his current age.
He is locked in a cage that is only big enough to fit his adult body in. This cage is made for an adult such as he himself. He looks around. It appears that he is alone in the room. There’s no sounds of any humans’ presence in the room. He feels the coldness poking at his bare skin. He is naked and panicked. He frantically searches for an exit.
There should be a door that can lead to his escape. He is no longer a child. He believes in his own strength that he can sprang the door open. If only he can find the door. But there is no door. It made him wonder at which point of entry did he got into then? It is not plausible to get in a cage without an entry point. He is desperately trying to be calm as he searches for it but he can’t. He feels his breathing grows heavier and shallower.
The air… It’s running out. It was like the room is running out of oxygen.
All of a sudden, the silence around him slowly diminishes as he can now hear random sounds all around. Of people shouting in horror, the sounds of sirens, the sounds of objects crashing… but he can’t see anyone from where he is situated. The sounds of someone falling right next to him was as clear as day but he can’t see anyone. Am I going insane? Is this even real? He wonders. But he quickly backed away from the thought as he struggles to breathe. There’s no air. He feels his lungs tighten. He feels… suffocated.
And the world turns black.
But just as quick as he feels like he had experienced death, he awakes to a needle piercing through his skin. He lets out a croaked scream. It was too bright in there compared to where he was and he is in a capsule-like bed. It wasn’t South Vulgar Prison cell, he can tell by the smell and the ambience. It was a lab of some sort. Or maybe a hospital. He looks at an unmoving body of a woman lying right next to him. This woman was the one who injected the needle before. “Hey,” Yuri called out to her. No answer. So he reaches his finger to her neck to check for her pulse. No pulse. Yuri feels confused. Who is this woman? Was she an ally or an enemy? Did she just spent her last breath trying to save him?
He looks around to the mess in the room. More bodies. Blood. Mess. Blood. Bodies. They are all clad in white. They look like they are doctors. Even the woman who saved him looks like she might be a doctor as well. He takes in his own appearance and realizes that he is also wearing white but not like the doctors. He was wearing some sort of a jumpsuit like those the astronauts would wear. As he gathers his confusing thoughts together, he saw another capsule. Similar to the one he had awakened in. The person lying on the capsule is none other than… “CJ?!” Yuri yelled. His voice hoarse as he realizes how thirsty he is but that can wait. Now, all that he can think of is to wake CJ up and as much as he disregarded the existence of God, for once, this time, he prays to God to please let CJ be alive. He forces his heavy muscle to work as he climbs out of the capsule and drops painfully to the ground. Dear God, he prays. Let CJ be alive.
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