Chapter 2: The Dark Mist.
Clouded in a never-ending darkness —trust me— does no good to the nervous system.
An oppressive silence surrounded me, stretching infinitely into the void beyond.
But just then—
I remembered. I remembered where I was.
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath.
I immediately tried to move, tried to fight against the weight of the dark mist pressing down on me, but my body refused to respond.
Something held me in place.
Unseen hands clutched at my limbs, pulling me deeper. And to make matters worse, the dark mist itself wasn't normal— it carried a strange corrosive property. Yet somehow, my body resisted it. If only barely...
'Damn it!'
I urged my body to move, bloodshot veins tracing their way across my sclera as I forced my body to fight against the unseen forces holding onto me. Forces that sought to consume me.
"Ukh—!"