I wake up with a throbbing pain striking on my neck. My vision is still hazy but I wake up slowly to find my arms tied to a bed post. "You're awake?"

The voice of dark excitement could be heard as I turn my head slowly to see Seungcheol sitting across me. I groan under my breathe, knowing I shouldn't have trusted someone whose playing the same game as me.

I grit my teeth as Seungcheol laughs with his heavily, dark insanity. I glance down at his hands, which I see him twirling a small pocketknife. I gulp in slight fear but Seungcheol seems to have read my mind, "Oh this? Just to help cut the rope."

He leans towards me and cuts the rope, retrieving back onto sitting his chair. I glance over, watching his every move, as I remember something as I was knocked out. It was like someone spoke to me in my dreams.

One way to help retrieve one person's memory is doing something you are opposed to.

Seungcheol looks over at his watch and mutters, "One more memory."

I hesitantly ask as I look around the grayish, small room, "Where am I? What is happening?"

My eyes then return to glue back at the knife he is holding. Seungcheol shrugs his shoulders and replies, "Leave it. No one will really mind."

I slowly clench my hands under my back as I look back at Seungcheol. I bite the inner part of my lip, and ask again, "Does the police know where we are?"

Seungcheol shakes his head, coughing as he does. Slight bits of blood can be seen as he coughs, yet he covers his mouth. His last day to live. I clench my hands tighter as I decide to attack.

I kick him right on the neck, as he falls backwards on his chair. He glares at me, shouting, "What the fuck!?"

I jump of the bed, tackling him to the floor as I glance at the window. I start punching him on the face, as he starts to laugh. The signs of him giving up can be seen. I punch him once more before he coughs up blood. Far from us, lays the pocket knife.

I gulp as I scramble to grab the knife but Seungcheol hits the back of my neck, making me stumble. He starts punching me once more, right in the cheek. This makes my eyesight blurry for a second as my head spins.

However I regain my consciousness, hitting right Seungcheol on the stomach as he reaches for the knife. He drops it in my hands as he groans, as I roll to be on top of him. Seungcheol looks up at me as I pull the knife from him and place it above his chest.

I say with clear confidence, "One will leave, and one will die. It's the game that the creator has created."

Seungcheol's smile leaves my mind to be smeared with his anger, as he replies with no strength, "It's been a good 22 years of my life...end it before I actually die tomorrow."

Bitter tears form in my eyes, as I clench onto the knife. I close my eyes and shout anxiously, "I'm sorry."

The sound of someone gagging because of punctual pain, is one of the horrifying sounds you could ever hear. The sound of the knife ripping through the weak skin of Seungcheol, and the blood pouring out as soon as the knife is deeply inside his chest. Seungcheol breathes heavily as I pull the knife out, throwing the knife under the bed to cover it.

My hands shake automatically, as I couldn't believe what I have just done. Seungcheol pushes me off with his remaining strength and motions me to get out of the area. I stand up, hurrying towards the door, hearing a faint thud on the ground.

I close my eyes as I hear the heavy breathing of Seungcheol beginning to lessen, as I push the door out so I can escape. I could feel the knife stabbing me as well, as my whole body is sore from the heavy fighting but also the mental shock.

I stand outside the small shack, as I wipe my hands against the grass. Not wanting a single drop of blood on my hands and clothes. I run towards the deep part of the small forest that the shack is resting in. I arrive towards a small cave, where I find the darkest corner.

I hug myself, shivering as I try not to imagine what just happened. I killed someone. Someone I knew. If Seungcheol dies, then who will remember me?

As I mumbling insane things to myself, I hear a voice from the outer part of the cave. "Wonwoo?"

I look up scaredy, not wanting to meet someone that is part of the creator society. "It's really you!"

Someone dashes towards me, and I turn towards the wall of the cave, not wanting to greet the person. The person grabs onto my shoulder, touching my neck as the voice says with worry and surprise, "It's me..S-Soonyoung."

Kwon Soonyoung...? The comedian of my grade back in high school, he is the only one to keep in touch with me from the "popular" group. We recently lost contact as he suddenly disappeared.

I turn around to meet my eyes with his, crying onto his shoulder as my hands are still covered by the dark blood. He pats my back, assuring me that I'm okay before he helps me up to sit by the fire he is creating.

"When did you start living here?"

"About 5 years ago.."

That's when Soonyoung disappeared from all forms of media.

"Why are you...?"

Soonyoung looks up with the most saddest eyes, as he replies carefully, "I'm a survivor of the game that you are forced to play.. and I live with such difficulty. Five years ago, I was in that position..."

Why do some people get to play this game but others don't?

Soonyoung smiles at the fire that he creates, warming himself up. He adds slowly, "I'm the reason why death is now part of the game... because I am the one who hasn't died from all the crazy ass shit that I had to do."

I look at the fire, as Soonyoung talks on and on.. but the only thing that catches my attention is the blood spots that are stained onto my jacket, the jacket that was given to me by my parents, and it is forever stained by the blood of the person I have killed. And the problem is, I don't know if I need to keep killing more in order to survive.

How will I ever get back into my regular life..?

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A-N:
DON'T KILL ME..... It's for story purpose.. I'm sorry S.coups 😭 I had to add fire Soonyoung ~ One Fine Day feels !!