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The figure flickered, reintegrating into the darkness and sinking into the infinite depth.

"Boom—"

It was only when the next thunder sounded that I realized that the thunder was getting closer and closer, and it had already drowned out the sound of dripping water in the room. With my hands gripping the cold porcelain table of the pool, my joints turning a little white from the exertion, I turned and stared at the closed window. With a slight awakening of chaos in my head, I opened my mouth slightly, exhaled, inhaled, and each rise and fall of my chest unintentionally quickened, and I inhaled the cold air in my mouth, and I was silent to make sure that I was not mistaken—and at the moment when the lightning streaked the sky, a figure was also illuminated on the glass. And I, through the reflection of the mirror, crossed my shoulder and saw the silhouette of the human figure clearly.

Medium-to-thin build, short hair.

I can't tell if it's facing away from me or if it's staring at me......

I bit my lower lip and stared at the dark window, as if I could see through the blurry frosted glass.

The air seemed to freeze in that moment, and even breathing became cautious.

A sense of oppression, an even stronger sense of oppression, wrapped around me like a vine, as if it wanted to crush me.

This feeling is like being stared at by a pair of blood-red eyes.

Nail to the trap net, the prey without the power to struggle.

Immobile.

I tilted my head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye, I skimmed the half of the paper I had thrown on the ground, and suddenly my mind was full of doubts, what was the dark red drop-like mark on it? Or maybe I've already guessed the ominous answer and just don't want to admit it......

Spooky room.

Red-dyed pieces of paper.

Rattling thunder.

Figures outside the window......

You should check it out.

Perhaps, it is a being who knows the inside story.

I was silent, and took a slight step towards the window.

I don't know why I made this decision, but I was more reluctant to stay in this oppressive room than a suffocating figure. The dim light, the dripping faucet, the strange files, the complete strangeness of myself, maybe the figure outside the window can make me forget the fear of not knowing anything about myself for a while.

I don't know what the worse situation is.

Past, present, future.

I'm full of unknowns.

Maybe you should check it out.

Maybe you can escape through the window, or find something to prove your identity......

As if guided by some kind of voice, I stepped over the ground with a little standing water and moved to the window.

My legs were a little weak, my heart was beating uneasily, my throat was dry for some reason, I felt pressure, tension, and I slowly clenched my fists.

It was only one step away from the window frame, a small window, not the width of my arms, and the window frame was just up to my waist, and I thought I was sure enough to be able to turn out the window.

"Boom—"

The thunder seemed to be a little farther away.

A quiet space where you can't hear the rain.

But the heaviness of the impending rain had already invaded every inch of air, carrying a heavy dampness.

My breath sounded a little short, and I bit my lower lip as I slowly held it.

“…… Anyone? ”

My voice was a little hoarse.

He coughed in a low voice, hiding the tremor in his tone.

Silence, silence that goes deep into the marrow.

Devour everything.

I stood in silence, my right hand slowly caressing the cold wooden window frame, on the other side of the frosted glass, it was pitch black, there was no lightning, I couldn't see anything, the thunder that sounded from time to time silently covered everything, but after the thunder disappeared, everything sank into a suffocating silence.

Didn't get any answer.

I moved a little closer to the window, and my mind was full of the lightning-lit figure I had just seen in the mirror......

"Anyone?"

In the small room, my voice seemed weaker and weaker.

You should open the window......

You should look outside......

The hoarse voice was like a pair of chapped hands, touching the atrium little by little, and a voice urged in the bottom of my heart, I raised my hand and opened the lock of the window.

You're doing a great job.

Breathing carefully, I bit my lower lip with a slight force.

......The window frame rusted, and with a screeching sound, I pulled open little by little until it was wide enough for me to lean out.

The clammy and cold air outside the window rushed to the face in an instant, and without any obstruction, it took away the heat from the cheeks and behind the ears, and dissipated in the space behind him. The world outside the frosted glass was pitch black, and the dim light in the small room cast my figure on the low lawn outside the window. I looked up, the sky in the distance was obscured by thick dark clouds, occasionally a few faint bursts of light brightened the rolling clouds, the heavier air, the wind carried the moisture, and a moist feeling on my cheeks calmed my heartbeat a little, I squinted my eyes and leaned out.

Outside the window was a bush of low trees, with branches that seemed to have been ignored for a long time. Occasionally, the trees could be seen moving in the shadows, perhaps an unknown creature intruding into the night. Beyond the bushes was a muddy path that meandered, with the occasional bare tree or two erecting beside it, its staggered branches separating my line of sight, and the occasional leaf still attached to the trunk, but crumbling in the wind and rain. In the gap between the branches, I saw what looked like a small house standing not far away, but all the windows were dark and closed, as if uninhabited.

Everything is like being frozen in a moment in the picture.

Except for the lightning that occasionally pierced the sky in the distance and the damp wind in the face, everything else was dreary and dead.

As if silently accusing him.

They've been waiting for a long, long time......

"Rustling ......"

The sound of the rubbing of branches and leaves sounded strangely in my ears.

A stone's throw away.

I subconsciously turned my head.

"Boom—"

There was a thunderclap and lightning flashing, and my eyes suddenly caught on the man standing next to me at some point. He stared at me with his head slightly down, the lightning shone through his bloodless face, from the corners of his forehead to his jaw, black lines like cracks, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, dark liquid left behind the corners of his eyes, the skin around his mouth seemed to be torn by a beast and the subcutaneous muscles were faintly visible, his carotid artery was bitten, and the gurgling blood stained his shirt and dripped down his arm.

Before I could react, he let out a low roar - like the sound of a wild beast pounced on its prey, his open mouth exuding a heavy smell of blood, and the next moment he bit my throat, biting and tearing hard. The pain in the heart was torn apart in an instant, and warm blood gushed out.