The loud clinking of his lock rang in his mind as he made his way towards a destination he wasn't aware of. It were as if his mind had its own master and guided him, he took the bus home, that was the last word on his mind, Home. It's always the darkest before dawn isn't it? The crowded vehicle didn't bother him, for he didn't exactly realize his surroundings, sadly when he got of the bus he was met with an unknown place, empty without a hum of living existance, turning around to check if he got into the correct bus, he was met with complete silence once again. He didn't even hear it leave? Wasn't that suspicious?

Pushing through the glass doors he made his way towards his destination, but........What was his destination? He didn't know. But the harbouring fear that started stitching herself on the seams of his heart made him rethink his actions on following his beating red monster buried on the left of his chest.

The loud breathing, the silhouettes of people with masked faces threatening him, soundless as he ran with fear nibbling at the edge of his throat. As if he were followed, chased. He wanted to be free, he wanted to leave or was he in the search for someone? The voices weren't coherent, they were distant, echoing and a blurr.

Seemed like he was, yearning repeatedly for a person he barely remembered. Or had even forgotten? Or was he supposed to remember? His thoughts were a spinning top of visions, the fabric of his thoughts too fragile he was afraid it might splinter any second.

As he ran down the never ending staircase he haults, a presence had been bounded, threaded deeply to its very soul. Their cores were fragments of eachother, splinters of of inked writing written in books of lore, he looks up to be met with a man, sleek, perfect autonomy like a painting on a virgin canvas, with red blazing hair, eyes the shades of dusted green and red, crouching with leather shrouding his crafted body. Those eyes dart from the apple it admires, turning its attention now on a blonde freckled beauty instead.

He takes off with fear nibbling at his heals, he falls more like stumbles into a lift with the name 'Hellevator' written by a gifted artist on the steel. As he looks around to figure out his surroundings he's suddenly standing next to a massive glass window, the back of the Hellevator, the serenity of the bleeding dusk, too loud as his breath hitches at the echoing noise of boots tapping sinisterly towards him. Slow paced, artistically attractive. He feels the presence, dominating his bloodline, he feels the breath of the said person lick his neck as he walks in front of him.

Not a word, not a bat of an eye, their eyes meet, the man smirks as he pushes Felix, shoving the frame of the petite boy through the transparency, shattering the thick glass shade as he falls down with splinters craving his gorgeous honeyed skin. Plump pink lips leave a echoing gasp as he lets gravity give up on his frame. The man looks down, un-bothered, a devious smirk pulling up his thick lips as he looks straight into nothing.

"Hyunjin!!!" The loud deep voice, like the bells of hell pulls Hyunjin down with it, he lets his body loose control as if the boy thrown into the jaws of death had a leash around his neck or the other way, Did this red man have a chain around the boys neck? He falls their eyes not breaking away from eachother.