In the darkness filled with wonders, not even a ray of light from the moon dared to break into the heavy cataclysmic room. The floor is cold and rough, with plastic trash littering the ground haphazardly. A single bed is placed in the corner of the room which serves as a purpose for him to rest. The mattress is moldy and stomped wíth holes, and covered in specks of dirt. It could barely be recognized as one as it looked disgusting and never washed for once.

A soft squeaking of rats and any other sounds of insects live to wreck the laden silence in the lifeless room. Somewhere birds can't be heard. Something that Min Yoongi never visualize as a home, but a dump.

He woke up, as usual, in his broken bed. With still smoggy eyes, he looked around. He saw the lamp he lighted before he sleep still there, burning deep and covering the glass with soot. His bad, he forgot to extinguish the flame before he goes to sleep—but that was rather a good thing as Yoongi doesn't like the idea of being in the dark. He's scared. He's always been scared, but his mouth never complains about it. As much as he feared the dark, he was afraid of his aunt.

Min Yoongi sat there on the edge of his bed, staring at the untrodden pathless darkness leading into somewhere deep. The wide-open door of his room told him to go. He felt fear somehow because that door never opened, at least not after 6:00 am before his chores because he has to cook breakfast for the family and clean the house. However, it is not morning yet. Yoongi knows it as the surroundings weep in awry quietude.

"Yoongi~~" A hush creepy voice of a woman calls his name. Min Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, gazing intently at the dark hall.

"Yoongi~~" It came again. The voice sounds like an old woman but he can't figure out who it belongs. He never heard that voice before, it sounded calm and sweet, but he cannot hide his fright as the said voice gives chills to his whole body.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" He asked back, backing up his fears and listening vigilantly to the person speaking in the darkness.

"You know me Yoongi. I've always been with you." It chuckled. Min Yoongi was baffled at what this woman is talking about. He is sure he does not hear that voice ever before nor does he knows someone who has that voice.

He abruptly stood up and grabbed the kerosene lamp, holding it up and trying to see the person outside the hall but it was impossible with the thick opacity blacking his vision. As if the person also has a plan to show herself.

"What do you mean?" He inquired.

"Follow me Yoongi, I'll show you something," the woman said, and like that, the voice was gone. Unable to control his curiosity and desire to know who this woman is and why is she talking to him now had him stuck in the only option he had now; which is to go and follow the darkened hall.

Min Yoongi subconsciously starts approaching the door and out the hall with the kerosene lamp serving him light to see in his path. With his bare feet, he could feel the dirt and the hiemal breeze skims on his skin.

As he walks further down the hall, another pair of feet walking close behind his own, and eyes watching him as he passed the eternal walls. He dared not to look back, as he was afraid of what he might see. No way in the world he's returning back, but the tiny nerve in him is worried that his aunt might look for him. However, like a little kid Yoongi was, he's eager to know the secret hiding down there— something that Min Yoongi could feel in the well of his heart that can later answer the mystery of his identity.

Now, before he knew it, he was outside of an unknown place. There is a fireplace and a tent as if someone had been camping there in the middle of this wild forest. He can see from where he's standing, a group of people dancing around the fireplace wearing white gowns and dear horns on their heads, chanting unintelligible words concomitantly.

They swing their gowns and pivot around the fire as filthy prayer slips their tongues, like a ritual dance.

A beautiful woman came out of the tent with old ladies on her sides. Min Yoongi's face grew rigid as he sees the face of the woman. His heart dropped to his stomach in disappointment, sadness, and anger. It was her. It was all her.

The woman he thought he could trust. The woman he thought loved him. The woman he loved, respected and cherished most in his life. His mother.

"Mom?"

Everyone stopped dancing and turned their attention to the young lady as she walked toward them like their goddess. She stood at the altar, staring at the contract that states that she agreed to give the soul of the child that once lived inside her to be the payment for her dream.

This is what it's all about. Her dream. Her selfish dream leads to selfish success in a selfish world.

A bulk man came with a cage in his hand. He placed it on the table beside the altar. Min Yoongi has no idea what it was for, but he does not feel good whatever it is.

Now, the cult opens the cage and took out a rat. The poor creature squeaks helplessly in her hand. She cuts its neck and pours the blood into the chalice. Yoongi's face twists into disgust as he watched the procedure. Next, she took a hair from the girl and put it into the blood. She then hands the chalice over to her, ordering her to drink.

Eun stared down at the chalice in her hand. Hesitation speaks volumes on her face. "No, don't tell me you're going to drink that," Yoongi whispered to himself. Eun took a deep breath in and drank the blood like a man hasn't had water for years. Yoongi almost puke at the nasty action his mother did.

Her desperation show here. She's ready to do anything in the title for her ambition. Yoongi wants to get mad, but he can't. He loved his mother so much that he can't hold a grudge toward her, but he never questions how she can do such a thing to her only son. Not in a tiny bit of a second, it cross his mind.

She rendered her wrist over the ancient woman. The small knife glinted on her scraggly hand. She points it to her flesh and lacerates it horizontally. The blood streams out of the lady's hand, bead by bead, it reflects an eye and shattered as it hits the ground. She picked up the quill and dipped it in her blood.

Min Yoongi's watched incredulously. He didn't notice the tears pricking in his eyes falling on his cheeks. "No mom, please don't do this… please…"

The tip of the quill hit the sheet, and with the indelible signature of the little soul, the clock shattered and swept everything off.

A strong gust hits the ground, sweeping the dust into the space and creating an ominous tornado. Goosebumps erupted over his body. He squints his eyes, fighting against the strong wind trying to knock him on his feet.

Shriek laughter filled the forest and Min Yoongi dropped to his knees, writhing in pain. "You're contracted to us, Yoongi! Your mother exchange you for her ambition and so, we owned you!!" The unearthly voice proclaimed and guffawed wickedly.

His throat was tightening and he gasps for air. He reached to his neck, gripping at the knot suffocating him. The painful laughter rang in his ears ceaselessly.

As the poor boy struggles to breathe, the voices won't stop and become strident, speaking in a vicious language. The noises make him dizzy and Yoongi could feel himself fading out so quickly, it was as if they were sucking his strength leaving him with nothing. His head is hazy, and he goes blanker and empty. Thick fogs surrounded him and darkness slowly engulfed his vision.

The embodied voice never leaves as the poor boy weeps in agony. Blood leaked out of his eyes and Yoongi lost his vision. He felt a burning sensation in his throat as though thorns cleaving his neck. His mouth slowly opens and a long beak came out, yellow tiny eyes peeked from his mouth. Leisurely, a tiny crow crawled out from there and Yoongi's body fell to the ground like a dead puppet.

"Yoongi!"

Yoongi jerked off, his chest heaved up and down, and sweats covered his whole body. He looks around and saw that he was still in his solitary room. He turned his head to his side and a pair of worried eyes meets his own.

"You're having a nightmare. I was about to leave when I hear screaming from here. What is it about?" Dr. Park asked calmly. He felt his heart squeezed as he sees the terrified look on the younger's face. Yoongi did not reply, but what he did next surprised the older.

He threw his body onto Dr. Park and clutched tightly on his shirt as the last tear slid down his puffy cheeks. "Dr. Park..."