Content warning: This chapter contains a somewhat graphic depiction of gore.
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M̵͓͍͓̞̊á̵͓̣̙n̶͕͔̲̜͂̾̂̾͜͠y̴̧̻̩̱̲̑̏̑͋̒̂ ̵̢̞̠̝̳̏̂̾f̶̡̡̱͉̮͑͘͜ǻ̶̟̟͉̤̳̈́̒c̵͍͈̅͒̇̍͑̀ͅĕ̵͎̺̯̭͕̻̈́̀͋͝s̶̗̾ ̷͎̿̿t̶̻̳̐͗̓h̴̪͙͂̏̄͛̄̃ḛ̶̢͓̞̹̮̑̾̆͐ ̵̫͇̼͉̇͛́͜͠d̴̘̓̈́̍a̷̧̼̱̻͌͌͛m̸͕͔͖̪̈́̕ñ̴͔̖̠̱͊̐͋̚ͅe̸̖̍d̵̛̙̬̲͑̑̋̊͝ ̸͉̀b̵̘̉̒̌ḙ̶͈̳̜̺͈̀̋̂a̷̧̭͔̺̥̔r̵̢͕̈́s̸̝̑̽͜;̴͔̝̯̬̒̈͒͝
̴͈̭͋̓S̴̨̯̜͍̫̑̅͌ĥ̷̦͓͓̍̊̈́͠o̴̧̮̯̜̤̓̉̀̕ű̶̦͛̑̆̕l̸̦̰͑d̶̬͖̘̺̠̀͆̿̈́̀͜ ̴͍͉͎̓̿̈ͅy̸̨̫͎̬͗̑̒̈o̸̳̼̲͌̆̎̇ú̸̢̲̘̤̼̩̓͆͑̉ ̵̺͔̄̓̉a̵̧͇̔̀̊̚t̷̛͔̜̖̿͜t̴̟̮̀̈́̉ĕ̵̛̲̘͉̜͈͝m̸̮̻͔̀͑̓͑̕p̷̞̤̞̄̂̔t̶̺̠̘̖͝ ̷̧̼̏̐͌̄̂t̶̞̰͛́̂o̴̟̠̹̬̼̳̍ ̵͇͉͍̍͐̈́̔̅͝ͅs̸͈͍̙̪̭̾̿͜e̴͔̪̞̿̅ḙ̷͔͊̌͝͝ ̷͇͙͔̋h̵̖͉͐͋o̶͙̲̽͝w̷̥͕͎̣̯͗̎̅̓͊̄͜ ̶̝̼̘̠̾̾̑̄̍̕y̴̳͓̺͎̲͛͜o̴͓͙̬̳͐̔̀͠ú̵̫͙̽ ̸̜̺͈̣͉̗̃̓f̷̜̠̤͈̠̄̂ạ̸̜̳̥̖͒̊͛̃̈́̚ŕ̷̠̣̜e̶̛̼̥̼̦̥͒͜;̴̨͎̹̜͇̀̍͑͜
̸̢͚͕͊̈͛̑͝
̵̺̼͍̗̙͆̚T̸͍̭̹̜͊ĥ̶̫̊̾e̵͎̞͎̗̔͝ ̷͍̆̾l̶͖̉̐a̸̛͎͌̓̅s̸͖̥̺͔̹̔̍͑́͠t̵̨̘̖̱͎̿́̚ ̴͇̹̻͇̔t̶̝̳̭̲̗̘͑̽́h̷̡̡͓̭͕̓̈́̇i̶̺̰̟̞̠̫̿̕n̶̦̦͖͚̫̽͂̐̽́̀ģ̵̝̯̣̙̿ ̸̛̩̲̿͆̐̂͜ÿ̴͕͍̯́õ̴̢̜̟̃̈́͒̈́͝u̸̲̝̍̕͠ ̶̫̏̆ẘ̵͖̟͎͍͆͗͂̌͜i̶̛͇̗͂̈́̆͝l̷̘͉̗̲͉̽̒̌̿̒͝l̸̢̖̖͔̂ ̷͕̬̱̂͗̀f̵̧̞̟̺͚͕̈́̽̚è̷͎̄͘ĕ̸̢̠l̷̻̦̯͘,̸̩̳̘̗͑̄ ̶̩̹̺͔̳̖̓ÿ̷̪͔̣͕̱̬̑͌̕͠o̶̠̓̆́̕u̵͕̿͛̃r̵̨̧͕̜̕ ̷̝̗̹͑͛f̷̺̼̀͠l̴͎͆̓̄̀ë̶̠̩́̋̇̇̈̕s̶̡̞͉͕͓͋̏̀h̷͈̹͔̼̓̇̕͝͝ ̸͈̞̩̳͆i̷͈͎͔̗̙̇͑͠ţ̸̙̕ ̸̨̛̞̜̑̽̆̒̚ṱ̸̢̱̻͝ë̶̼̫̬̱́̐͑ḁ̸͖͛̌̐͐r̷̪͍̺̋̊́̀̚s̶͍̘͋͌̀̚͜͝.̴̗̥̺͈̾̿͘
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Cold.
My eyes shot open. Almost no difference. An oppressive shadow engulfed my vision, with almost no light to interrupt it. I was on the floor. A floor. A cold one. Thoughts could barely form in my mind as a stinging pain pierced through my skull.
How did I get here? No, before that. Where was I even? Through the nails impaling my head, I tried to remember. Nothing. Not just the answer to those two questions, but, anything.
What was my name? What did I look like? What did my voice sound like?
"Hello?" It hurt to speak, but I did anyway. The sandpaper in my throat meant that it came out feeble and hoarse, echoing through the... room? The place I found myself in.
Squinting my eyes due to the apparent migraine, my eyes finally began to adjust as best they could, which wasn't saying much. It was enough, however, for me to see the faintest, most basic details of the room I was in.
It looked like a studio of some sort. The wooden floor was smooth to touch, and the rare glint of light from the walls made me think of glass. There was a single door with a glossed window in it, where the crumbs of illumination I had been given came from. The room looked like a place where people would... The thought was right there in the back of my mind, but I struggled to grasp it from the corner it hid itself in. Do something with their bodies while looking into the mirrors?
I soon gave up on the thought, and instead approached one of the walls to look at my own reflection. Knowing what I looked like was a start, at least.
Needless to say, the person who stood in front of me was not someone I recognised. His hair was a mess, but that did little to obscure the calamity that was his face. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Dark circles bordered his dazed eyes, which shone a dark red. The shade of red, although coming from my own eyes, filled me with a creeping dread, so I looked away almost instantly.
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