Chapter 259: The Hidden Boss Awakens
Content Warning:
This Chapter contains intense themes of death, grief, emotional trauma, implied abuse, and psychological distress. Reader discretion is advised.
In the master bedroom, another soul twisted in torment.
Clyde’s brow furrowed in his sleep, twitching as if resisting something unseen. A faint grimace pulled at the corners of his lips. His chest rose and fell with short, unsteady breaths. Beneath closed eyes, his pupils darted rapidly, trapped in a dream that felt more real than the waking world.
He was running. Chasing. Something. No, Someone. But the more he ran, the farther that person slipped from reach, a silhouette just beyond the edges of his grasp. His heart pounded violently, each thump echoing with desperation. He stumbled over the ground, pushing himself harder. Faster. But always, always too late.
He was confused. Frantic. Searching low and high.
He didn’t know why he was running, only that he had to reach them.
Everything around him was in disarray. Grey skies. Wind howling. The decaying remnants of old buildings surrounded him. It was always this place. A run-down district. Cold and silent.
Why did he always find himself here, dreading opening the door? What was on the other end?
His hands trembled as he reached for the handle. His heart was pounding crazily. He didn’t want to open it. But he couldn’t walk away. He never could.
The door creaked open, and the sound echoed loudly into the dark. Inside... darkness... almost eerily.
He stepped forward, feeling the gravity magnified. Each step took everything out of him. His eyes landed on a figure. Lying on the ground face down.