( Please play the music above, story relates)

He looked at other side of his bed with eyes wide open. He was hearing a sort of music. Not only music but also a girl's honey coated voice can be heard too.

The music was kinda from music box. It was addicting. It was intoxicating. It was relaxing his brain. Felt to himself like he was the one anxious soul waiting for such music to hear. (A/n: imagine the music above 👀)

He got of from the bed , hanging his legs down he kept listening to that muffled music.

He found it strange because sometimes he felt like someone is singing song and sometimes it felt like it's just serenade from music box.

He stood up from his bed. He don't know why his heart was racing. He slowly crawled towards the door of his room following the tune.

"Who is playing music now? At this hour?"

He mumbled to himself. Tiny beads of sweats were forming on his temple. He don't know why he was nervous, he already loved the tune.

Is it because it is addicting ? It is actually taking him to the source like the pied piper of Hamelin? Or he is thinking a lot about it?

He twisted the door knob and opened it slowly. The door screeching sound flinched himself. He took a deep breath. The beats could be heard in his heart.

"Why am I being so tensed? Damn Jeongguk! Pace yourself you are being coward. Curiosity is failing against your fear... Come on be brave!"

He again talked with himself. But physically he was not able to pace him. His legs were wobbly, the nervousness in him can be seen clearly.

He could hear that music from the exit door of his flat. Frowning he kept moving towards the door. Wrinkles formed on his forehead.

Strangely the music was turning in to a sort of muffled cry of a girl. Why it seems like this now? The more close he is going it's changing.

"What the hell is problem with my ears now? What the heck is it hearing?"

He couldn't believe his eyes nor his ears when he was a feet distant from the door. He clearly saw a girl. Standing facing the door. She had not so long hair but it was up unto her waist line.

It was dark. He could clearly hear the cries of the girl. It was not that addicting, intoxicating music box serenade. It was a muffled cries of a girl.

His eyes got wide when she suddenly started to bang her head on the door. It was loud bangs. And she was doing that continuously. His ears were hurting then with that loud sound.

His gaze suddenly averted to the floor. He saw some liquids were flowing and it was sticking on his feet.

"I-Is that blood?"

He stuttered while uttering those words. It almost came out like whisper. The bangs were getting loud and louder. As well as the cry too.

From nowhere a ray of light fell on that girl. His eyes grew two times bigger than its normal state when he saw the door to was smeared with bloods. Bloodstream was continuously flowing through the floor.

He was not getting scared but he was getting anxious. He wanted to know who is that girl. Why is she banging her head like this in his house? Why she is crying? And why her cries seemed like melody to him?

Should I call her?  What should I do lord!

Fresh wine colored dark bloods were flowing towards her neck. Her shoulder was drenched with fresh Crimson blood.

He slowly approached towards her with his wobbly legs. He didn't want to make any sound, seemed like if he makes sound everything will be demolished here. That unknown anxiety made him to approach in his tippy toes.

He put his shaky hand on her shoulder. He could feel his hand being drenched with blood and the girl stopped banging her head on the door. She stood there right without moving for some seconds.

Slowly she was moving her head towards him.

Slowly...

Very slowly..

And BOOM!!

He woke up from his sleep.

How fucking worst nightmare it was god!

He unknowingly screamed inside. He abruptly moved from here to there but couldn't make out any way to calm himself down.

"The melody I heard!"

Suddenly he remembered that the melody he heard in his dream, he listened to that before going to sleep. It was the same muffled serenade which put him at sleep suddenly.

He was confused. Why he listened to that melody in his dream too? Is it because he found that relaxing, satisfying? Yes it was captivating he don't know why or how.

He felt piercing headache. Pressing his thumb on his head, he got up from bed to get some black coffee.

As soon he went out of bed, he tripped on the corner of the chair and his feet started to bleed.

"Damn! My fate"

He took some cotton from the bedside drawer and tried to stop the bleeding from the cut. While he was bandaging his feet, some drops of blood on floor reminisced him the scene from his dream.

He felt like it was that bloodstream. He looked away from there. Completing the Bandage he wiped the bloods from the floor and went to take some coffee.

"I think I should go to the library. Maybe books can help me to find something about that so called demon. Even I heard from Taehyung that I used to visit that library a lot before I lost my memory"

He kept mumbling to himself while taking coffee.

What if I try to find out that forbidden something about my past there?

A/n: I think I will finish updating lullaby first.. After completing this story I should proceed to update obscure. What do you think?