His breath echoed throughout the cold, grey hall while his footsteps were quiet. His hair swung and flopped all over the place as he did his best to keep it from his eyes. In the sheer state of panic, Pit ran down the hall instead to where the ladder is so that he could climb up to safety. His mind was scarred and clouded after what he saw behind the fence, he couldn't even think about what to do properly. He just did what his mind thought what was the best solution, and ran away.

Every step he took, felt like sharp daggers poking under the sole sending uncomfortably painful tingles up his legs. It didn't matter to him, his main task was to worry about what that... thing might do if he stops his tracks abruptly. He barely noticed the pain was there in the first place; he was busy getting his breath while running so that he wouldn't stop to catch it. His body wished to turn around and look behind, but his consciousness said the opposite and it is the most obvious thing to not do.

Pit's been running for a while, and the hall just seemed to become more and more endless the further and faster he went. The place, or the thing fed from his fear, it knew all of his phobias and it took advantage of it all to toy with Pit's mind. Pit could feel it creep from above, mocking his actions and feeling powerful because of how easily it is to manipulate someone as weak as him. This place is it's siege, there is no escape once it's property has been invaded without any sort of consent by scouts.

Pit's legs began to burn, contrasting the freezing atmosphere that sprung up through the muscles with each individual step. His teeth clashed strongly together, and the jaws ached until the point of them becoming numb. Strands of hair kept getting in his eyes but he blinked whenever it stung, not paying attention to the wacky hair. His side began to hurt and the pain was instant, making a loud hiss escaped his lips, echoing through half the hall.

He stumbled on his tracks and lunged himself painfully onto the ground, scraping a knee and an elbow. Pit hissed even more but held his side with one arm, not minding the scraped limbs. His breathing was uncontrollably loud and his throat was dry, feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous. He coughed, obviously choking on his own breath as he tried to catch it. The air is- feels different in this place but it's still somehow oxygen.

He coughed onto the floor and his eyes stung in painful tears as the sickness crawled up his throat, making him cover his mouth with his sleeve. He forcefully swallowed it back and closed his eyes, groaning afterwards because of the disgusting after taste. A few more fits of coughs, he looked up and saw a wall, darkened by the shadow but similar like the rest. He coughed again and used his last strength to crawl towards it, feeling slightly happy that the hall ended at last.

His hands made contact with the floor, feeling tiny grains of sand and dirt poke the palms, leaving red marks on his skin. Brown strands of hair were all over the place and covering a few inches of his face and eyes, making him look like he just got electrocuted or struck by lightning. A shiver dashed through his entire body, making him shudder for a second and teeth clatter with each other. His entire body felt like he was covered in flames and the insides wanted to tear apart from the bone thanks to the marathon he just ran.

Pit extended his arm out to reach the wall, forcing his knee caps to push him forward by just a few more inches. A thick drop of hot sweat ran down his forehead almost falling on his eye. He quickly wiped the sweat clean off and forced his entire body to lunge up towards the wall. Once his fingertips felt the raspy, cold wall, he dragged himself up to it with his back facing it. He laid back and closed his eyes, still panting like an exhausted dog.

His chest rose up and down in a quick pace, as if it was a large, pulsating heart about to explode from the inside. Pit opened his mouth and inhaled as much air as he could to control his breathing and get it back to normal. His legs trembled on their own and the muscles felt like they were shredded with a hot piece of sharp metal. Pit put his hands on his knees to control the shaking to no avail, as the shaking got intense over a few seconds.

He closed his eyes tightly shut before he zoned out of this "reality", thinking about things. He let his head hang down, letting his hair fall down in front of his face, blocking out whatever his frontview showed. He clenched his hands tightly into fists and rose his knees, which he used to rest his head against. He bit hard down his lower lip and his eyebrows furrowed in attempt to stop the tears to crawl out his eye sockets.

'F-Fuck...'

He whispered onto his thighs as he hugged his legs, hiding his entire face on them and curling into a ball, whimpering softly. His nails dug deep onto his biceps, feeling that it could cut into the flesh by any random second. He couldn't bear with it any longer, and tears ran down his cheeks, soaking the pants's fabric and turning it a slightly darker grey. His body twitched as he choked on the lump formed inside his throat, as well as the hiccups coming up.

The wish in his mind right now is to go back home, to his warm room, to his family, even though they didn't really cared much about him. His body ached and begged for rest while his mind wanted to solve everything and get the hell out of this siege and torture. The more he thought about it, the more tears ran out his eyes, clouding and blacking out his view. With gritted teeth, he furiously wiped the tears clean from his face and took a deep breath, controlling his sobbing.

He blinked his vision clear and stared down the hall, but the darkness consumed whatever is there, or more specifically, whatever is hiding there. He hugged his legs firmly while his chin rested on them this time, still looking at the engulfing darkness, which is void at this point. His consciousness felt tired as well as his entire body, even after crying, he wished to sleep it all off. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax on the spot, keeping his mind busy thinking about positive things.

Suddenly, something fell from above and hit Pit hard on the skull.

"Ouw! What the f-"

He opened his eyes as he took his hands on his head, caressing the spot that hurt. Pit noticed something shaking on the floor with loud clacks and realised it was a piece of rock. He crawled towards it, once again feeling the dirty floor against the fingertips and the nerves picking up the coldness, sending a shiver down his spine. He picked up the piece of rock and held it tightly in his hand, feeling that the pebble is actually warm compared to the concrete floor.

With a confused look, he looked up at the ceiling but noticed it was still engulfed by the dark just like in the beginning. As he stared, he thought about the building being too old and it was crumbling down to pieces. He sighed and rubbed his skull a bit more, throwing the rock across the hall and landing with a loud, echoey thudding.

He turned around to face the wall he just laid back on and noticed something hanging against it. Upon getting closer, he noticed it was an image of a faceless woman in a frame. He rose his hand and touched the frame, feeling the smooth wood framing the image. He got confused for a second because he surely believed that there was no picture hanging on that wall when he got there.

After examining the picture even closer, his world crashed upon him after realising that the woman is his mom. His eyes grew in size with the shock and took the picture with both his hands, moving it frantically to take it off the wall. But to his kind of luck, the picture seemed to be glued to the wall when it's hanging from a hook. He groaned, gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists once again while his raging mood slowly vaporized out of existence his sadness.

That thing knows more about him than what he thought at first, and it reached its peak making Pit feel even more ill than before. He curled up a bit and held his stomach, using the other free hand to balance himself against the wall. He swallowed down hard to prevent from puking, feeling the nasty taste again and rolling his eyes back in his skull. After swallowing, he panted quietly, still feeling sick after running and to calm his inner turmoil of thoughts.

He subconsciously turned his head to the side and flinched after noticing a door appeared out of nowhere. He stood up straight and stared blankly at it, obviously confused because he hasn't noticed that door there before. The door has the appearance like the rest of the other doors down the hall but the doorknob is slightly different. The knob's covered in disgusting, dark brown rust and it looked broken, meaning that it could be easily kicked open.

Pit turned his head to give a last look at the grayish, cold hall once again. The dark was still there but now he believed that nothing was there, or even, there never was. He swallowed and turned his gaze back to the door, inspecting it one more time. After a few seconds of inspection, Pit decided to kick the door once and for all to see what it wanted to show if he got the opportunity to open it afterwards.

Due to his fear of that thing hiding in the shadows, he ran inside the room that the door had to offer.

Suddenly, he made an abrupt stop because he reached an edge that showed an endless pit down below. He gasped as his foot left the edge and fell back, panting in fear of falling. He stood up and looked over the edge, pebbles of rocks falling from the ceiling. He swallowed hard expecting the worst from the bottom. Then, what came next made him jump out of his skin.

A laughter.

It was right next to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He quivered and walked back, preparing himself to run all the way back. Then, he remembered he found a key; maybe it can open one of the doors in the hallway. But the fear was still in him, that that thing he saw earlier was watching him from the very bottom made the brunette's skin crawl.

Then, he saw his mother's picture again but something was now different about it. There were blood stains all over her face and frame, indicating something bad has happened to her. Pit reached his limits and ran back inside the hall, not caring for the needles he felt under his sole.

After a while of running, he realized something. The hallway was much shorter than he remembered and he stopped at the very first door he found locked. Panting, he took the key out of his pocket and gripped on it tightly. His hand shook in fear, wondering what that thing did to his mom.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gaining courage to finally open the door. He got the key inside the lock and twirled it to the right, hearing a click afterwards. Still with his eyes closed, he blindly turned the doorknob and opened the door slowly following a loud creak that echoed through the hall.

Pit embraced for any impact but when none came out, he opened his eyes and saw what was behind that door. The room was all pink and it looked like goo, but there wasn't any odor; just cold air freezing his nostrils. Pit hissed in disgust after imagining what it could be. But there wasn't any other choice but to walk in if he wants to make progress and find out what is that thing.