I felt my eyes get heavier and heavier as I laid my head back to rest one more time. I felt the darkness turn around me and I soon felt myself traveling once more. I heard my footsteps echo in the hallway and once I had approached a door, I noticed how rusted the knob and hinges were. This place was eerie and had been through a lot.. I walked forward through those doors and heard they lock behind me. My feet carried me down the hall in the place slowly and I noticed the broken glass windows and the dust on the floor.

The place was a cold,

Dark

Deserted

Dungeon.

Why was I even here right now?

I arrived at a door that looked more like a metal cell and pulled the slot back. Hitting the door with my wooden cane, I waited. Then suddenly, a hand came through the door, screaming in frustration and then glaring with impatient eyes. Where had I seen those eyes before?

Suddenly, I spoke. "Your doctor will be in there in a minute. If you fight him or somehow manage to kill him, your fate will come sooner than expected." I closed the slot. The voice that spoke sounded familiar too. Who's story was I living through? As he walked through the darkness, I felt myself being transferred over to another part of the place and in another time frame into the future.

I was now sitting in the bed with a white straitjacket on. Quietly waiting for someone. The door opened and I stayed still in the bed. The basket was set next to me on the bed and the doctor got out his needles for me. "Funny how the officer himself became the patient in a matter of months.." I felt my head slowly turn towards him and my eyes focus on him.. Jin?

The Doctor I had seen with the mask on looked exactly like Jin.. But how is that possible? I couldn't fathom what I was witnessing and pretty soon, my eyes had diverted their attention to the needle that Jin was preparing for me. I soon learned that this wasn't the last needle that he had brought with him. There were four of them and I noticed how the body I was occupying didn't wince at all. The last needle required the arm to be taken out of the straitjacket and Jin looked intensely at me. "When I take your arm out, don't do anything crazy, okay?" He blinked and then sighed before undoing the leather latches on the straitjacket.

Taking my arm out of the straitjacket, he inserted the needle into my vein and drew blood. Then he cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it. The moment he went to try and put my arm back into the straitjacket was the moment I felt my head move. My eyes focused in on his hands and Jin began to sweat. "Namjoon, please. I know what I did, but I never meant to.." He sighed. "I never thought that you'd be here, okay? And I'm sorry.. But I had to. Otherwise Agust would have a fit.."

Agust? Who in the world was that?

"You will learn your fate soon and I will laugh and dance upon your grave when your blood spills." Namjoon said. Jin looked down. "But until then, you will never be my Hyung again."

Hyung? Namjoon and Jin are brothers? But..

Jin left the room with a sigh after he had fastened the leather belts on my straitjacket. I saw him lean against the wall and sigh as he slid down it. Letting his mask hit the floor, I studied his face closely. "I can't do this anymore." He said before walking out of the large, metal double doors of the eerie place. And from what I had assumed from the previous trip I had taken into Jin's life, this was going to be the last time that Namjoon was ever going to see Jin again.

"But.. Yeongseohaejulge, Jin.. (융서해줄 게, 진)" Namjoon sighed and I looked at him. He stared at the wall for hours on end, doing nothing and seeking nothing. The next day rolled by and another, new doctor came in with the medication. The moment that the doctor had taken his arm out of the straitjacket was when I began to hear his thoughts. It was a light buzz but then it screamed, 'NOW!' And he lunged the doctor, grabbing the needle from him and jabbing it into his neck. The doctor fell to the ground, paralyzed and unable to scream. So Namjoon (남준) went outside his room and stood in the silence, just waiting for one of the guards to notice his attempted murder and escape.

Somehow, Namjoon had also managed to latch the leather belts on the back of his straitjacket back together. He felt a cool breeze that caused goosebumps to form on his skin and soon heard the footsteps approaching him. "Hey, what are you doing out of your cell?" The guard said. I felt Namjoon's head turn slowly just as it had the day before when Jin had approached him. The guard paused and took a quick glance inside the room before quickly taking out his walkie-talkie and calling for backup.

Another set of guards soon came and began to drag him away. The vision got darker and then I saw him sitting in the metal chair. Arms and legs strapped to the chair with the metal bowl hovering over his head. The footsteps began again then stopped directly in front of him.

"Last words?" The guard said. Namjoon slowly looked up with a deathly glare. "Yeah." He sat back comfortably in the big chair and nodded. "나를 죽여라 (naleul jug-yeola).. Kill me.." The guard stared at him for a moment before leaving the room. The metal door made a loud creaking noise as it closed behind him. Leaving Namjoon alone. I felt myself leaving his body as the lights began to flicker and pop. Then I witnessed the steam leaving and sizzling from the top of his head. His body jolted as his eyes rolled backwards and the blood streaming down his face. I could smell the burning of his flesh and feel my body jolting with his. My eyes rolled backwards and I saw a white light before me.