Sweven.

The chilly breeze bit sharply as a newly awakened Jisung navigated through the woods, each step accompanied by the growing strength of the wind. Beneath his bare feet, the damp ground yielded softly, adding to the eerie ambiance of the dimly lit forest.

Although Jisung had never traversed these unfamiliar woods before, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity that clung to them, as if they were somehow his own. Yet, despite his attempts to find his way, every path seemed to lead him in circles, trapped in an endless loop of uncertainty.

Suddenly, a jolt of terror shot through him as he felt sharp claws digging into his core, his senses overwhelmed by the presence of a dark, blurry figure looming before him. Despite his efforts to scream, no sound escaped his lips, leaving him paralyzed with fear.

At the moment he wasn't the powerful S-ranker but a mere powerless werewolf.

Is this what the Rogues feel when they're attacked?

Desperately, he yelled out the first name that came to mind—Minho—but to no avail. The blurry black figure dragged him along, running away at an inhumane gait, making Jisung dizzy and sick. Even his wolf, Peter wasn't responding at the moment.

It came off like he had been defeated by his own body. He watched in blemish as he levitated over a trench on the way, passing through the middle of a huge oak with no injuries.

He was scared. Utterly terrified to the core.

Someone, please help me. Help me. He intonated in his head as he watched himself glide over fortes and pass through the trees.

The figure suddenly vanished into thin air, making Jisung fall to the ground, his hands getting scratched by the granules. He coughed, feeling like he would die any moment.

He glanced up and saw that he was in front of an abandoned house? He doesn't know if he should call it a house because it was only the ruins of a building that was clear to him and it was amid the woods.

Under the moonlight that slipped in through the thick canopy, he watched as the wind swept away the climbers on the wall, exposing the fading letters that were painted in red.

He squinted his eyes trying to read the words, but frowned at the sudden pain in his chest, feeling like his breath was getting knocked out.

He closed his eyes, the pain slowly fading away. A gush of wind made him unconsciously open his eyes, and to his surprise, he saw another Jisung-a doppelganger standing near the wall, the words hidden behind the doppelganger Jisung.

The doppelganger tilted its head, looking at him with a wide smirk. Shivering, Jisung stood up, moving back as the doppelganger took a step forward.

With each step Jisung took backward, the doppelganger did the same, but what terrified him was how black nails started forming over the fake Jisung's hands, veins getting more visible, eyes turning pitch black, and out of nowhere it screamed out loudly, running towards him.

Jisung turned around, making a run for his life, but his vision started blurring, his surroundings whirling, blending into the dominance of darkness, leaving him in complete gloaming as he felt the ground below him slip away.

We were killed. He heard someone whispering in his ears as he continued falling.

Someone from our pack betrayed us!

Seek revenge!

Terrified, Jisung closed his ears as he continued falling, the voices whispered hauntingly in his ears, urging him to seek revenge for sins he could not comprehend. With a gasp, he awoke, his body drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to make sense of the nightmare that had consumed him.

But even as he tried to shake off the lingering fear, he couldn't escape the feeling that this dream was more than just a figment of his imagination-it was a warning, a glimpse into a darkness that lurked just beyond the edge of his consciousness.

★

With a loud gasp, Jisung opened his eyes, breathing a little staggered as his hands clenched into tight fists. For the next few moments, he couldn't even make himself move even a bit and just laid there, staring up at the ceiling and noticing that it was still dark. The morning hasn't even started yet.

Ah, that shit again.

Today, the dream happened at the exact location, but the events were unlikely. He had the same dream yesterday, the day before, and even before the day he stepped into this building. It was an endless cycle.

Usually, even though he gets a little startled by the end of the dream, he is okay when he gets up, but today, he felt vulnerable in the dream.

He felt the person next to him sleeping soundly. He wanted to hold them close to him or wanted to move his limbs and stretch a bit to remove the tiredness but not being able to.

He felt as if he were being restrained by something invisible, and the scream that he had heard in his dream was echoing in his head.

He felt like he couldn't draw a breath.

Jisung felt as if his whole world was spinning. His neck started burning, and he was pretty sure that he saw the old locket around his neck glow bright blue. He immediately touched it-- to his surprise, he felt calm-- and slowly darkness evaded his senses.

He was way too late when he woke up, and apparently, his alarm clock had already shot about six plastic bullets at him before the alarm went off, probably by Seungmin.

The little digital clock read that it was ten past nine, and there was a small sticky note next to it.

Hey, Han! I don't know when you will wake up, but I didn't bother waking you up since you looked like you wanted a day's rest, so take a break from the class and drink the soup I prepared. I'm having morning classes today. Call me when you wake up. - Seungmin ;)

With a light head and staggering efforts, he eventually stepped out of bed after staring into space for a while and throwing a disgusted look at his reflection in the mirror, which showed his hair sticking out in all the directions that exist. Some drool had dried in the corner of his lips; his eyes were swollen; and his head throbbed lightly.

Did I sleepwalk through a tornado or something?

On top of all of that, he felt drained, like he had spent a whole day doing some sort of manual labour.

Sluggishly, he finished his morning routine before walking to the little kitchenette, where a bowl of sweet corn soup and some kimchi toast were kept. He reheated the soup.

The bowl was warm in his hand, and the strong aroma of the soup made him feel a little more awake. Humming a small tune to himself, he drank his soup and ate the toast, finishing off everything with a contented sigh.

A month has passed by since he last encountered Minho. Study sessions, late night hunting and study leaves made it impossible to clash with each other. Jisung was extremely happy with the situation.

However, his happy smile went down once he was done eating and saw the little mountain of dishes that he would have to wash.

How did Seungmin even manage to use all these while just making soup and kimchi toast? He was thankful for Seungmin though, who always visited his apartment in the morning only to leave after preparing breakfast for Jisung. Seungmin doesn't have to, but he does, considering Jisung's situation.

He stood up, feeling suddenly energised to wash the dishes. With that kind of energy, he figured he was ready to go for the class but decided to declare it a lazy day.

Just as he got his hands over the pink gloves, someone knocked on his door.

It wouldn't be Seungmin, considering how the loud extrovert hates the very act of knocking. Then who could it be?

Leaving the pink gloves on the kitchen sink, he walked towards the door, which was only a few steps away. He looked through the peephole and saw a familiar standing there with an impatient look. Jisung immediately opened the door, glaring at the startled visitor.

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