There was a voice that had awoken me from my sleep. It was soft and subtle. I opened my eyes and sat up. Once I turned my body, I saw him. He just sat there looking back at me and I stared back at him wondering, Why are you here? It was not in an evil way that I had thought of it, but I felt that he understood me and my thoughts.

I stood up and he mirrored me. Every move that I was making, he made and it taunted me. I walked up to him as he did the same and we stared at one another for a long time before he put his hand up. I looked at his hand, as did he and then our eyes met.

I was tired of being afraid.

I was tired of running.

I wanted to know why this mysterious man was here and what exactly he planned to do with me.

As far as I had observed, I was just his pawn in a plan of stories that were all, somehow, interconnected.

I knew that I had something to do with this, but what?

My eyes traveled back to his hand. I began to feel my hand moving to match his and then it happened.

Confusion struck.

Why was nothing happening?

I looked back at him and that's when I felt the pull. It pulled me through into another place with everything so bland and colorless, but not quite as big as my palace..

I walked around noticing the cracks in the walls and dusty concrete floor. The chilling of the cold pressing against my feet sent shivers up my body while freezing my exposed toes. I walked into a room where someone was sleeping and decided to take one of the pillows from under his head to wake him up.

It worked and when he had awakened, he seemed joyous to see me. I was already positioned with the pillow behind my back if he decided to strike me, but his smile changed everything and I could no longer focus on his actions.

His smile caused a ripple of goose bumps to traverse around my body and when the heat began to contract on my head, I felt the world turn black with my soul.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by white..

White walls..

White ceiling..

White bed..

And I wondered..

Was this it?

Was I somehow supposed to figure out the rest by myself?

What could all of this mean?

I sat up with a sigh. I noticed that this room was somehow different from what I had recalled being in my old room..

Maybe they changed my room.. I thought.

The mat was now on the floor and it was also white. The only thing that wasn't white were my clothes. They were a deep blue. As I thought about all the lives I had experienced, there were hatches on both sides of me that had opened up and pills began to spill out of them. I looked over at the pile to my right and picked one up.

Maybe I'm crazy..

I inspected the pill. It was orange and white.

Maybe it was all in my head..

I put the pill in my mouth and swallowed it. I didn't know how many that I was supposed to take, but after a few seconds of sitting there and staring at nothing, I felt my body jerk and crunch up in pain. My lungs began to wheeze and suddenly everything went black.

I felt my body being shaken. "Ho-Seok! Jung Ho-Seok! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and sat up. Jung Ho-seok? This must be another story..
"Is it time?" "Yes, there is no time. Hurry!"
Ho-seok stood up and followed the person that had awoken him. They approached a window and that's when I realized who the other person was..
Agust? I thought..
"Do you have everything to open it?" Ho-seok asked.
"Ne. Hold this." Agust said before starting the process to open the window. I felt Ho-seok's arms begin to shake a little after while and then his grip tigten. The supplies were heavy in his hands and then I heard him. "Min? Does this mean that we'll be able to see Mama?"
Agust paused. He seemed like he was preparing to tell a lie and then put his hand on Ho-seok's shoulder.
"Yes. When we break out of here, Mama will be right there waiting for us at home." He smiled.

I never thought that Agust could ever be so.. gentle..

With everything that I had witnessed, Agust D was always the bad guy.

He killed Jungkook..

He had Jin kill Namjoon..

He killed Mai Fang..

Agust D was far from innocent. But there was something about him, especially in this moment.. The way that he spoke to Ho-seok, it just made him seem so warm that it gave Ho-seok hope..

But how could a psychopath and a murderer give someone else hope?

I guess the truth lies within the heart..

But Agust never seemed to have one..

"Min Yoongi?" Ho-seok asked again.
"Yes?"
"You think Mama will be happy to see us?"
Min Yoongi? Is that his real name?
Min sighed and quickly masked his sorrow with a smile.
"There is nothing that would bring her more joy. Now, hold this and be quiet, okay?"
"Okay." Min worked his magic and pretty soon, the window came open. His smile seemed so genuine as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hand me the rope." Ho-seok gave Min the rope and then watched as he tied the rope to a metal rod. Then he placed his hand on Ho-seok's shoulder, looking him straight into the eye.
"Ho-seok. You are my dongsang. I would never want harm to come to you."
"I know that."
"Good. Now because you know that, I am going to go down first and check to see if the coast is clear. Then I will call for you. When you hear your name, when you hear my voice, climb down the rope."
"Okay."
Min grabbed Ho-seok's face. "Only when you hear my voice do you come to me. Understand? Focus on my voice."
"Okay." He nodded and watched as Min climbed out the window. It was quiet for a while and then I began to hear him.
"Ho-seok.. Come outside.."
He began to twitch and fidget a little.
"Ho-seok!"
It's not my brother's voice.
He kept saying in his head.
"Ho-seok! Now!"
The voice kept taunting his mind and then he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his ears and covered them, breathing hard and sweating.
No
He kept saying in his head.
No
The voice wouldn't stop.
"HO-SEOK!"
"NO!"
He screamed as a hand grabbed his shoulder and in that instant, he took the tools in his hands and stabbed the person. He couldn't stop himself. He was too afraid to. He couldn't control himself. There was something else there..
Something else that was controlling him..

Possessing him..

He stood back and covered his face with his hands. The liquids on his face were warm and that's when he looked at his hands.

They were covered in the darkness..

They smelled of copper..

They glistened with blood..