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Darkness enveloped Seung.
Where on earth was he? Last thing he knew was that he was in his room… So, why was he suddenly in a flourishing forest? The more concerning part was the sword in a patch of red roses in front of him.
He picked it up, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the cold metal like it was natural.
As he trudged through the forest, he used the fearsome sword in his hand to cut down whatever was in his path. What on earth was he doing? He was just moving forward, swinging the sword around, cutting into plants, flowers and other life.
Seung stopped, the sword in his hands falling limp to his side. That’s when he noticed it. The crimson that dripped from the blade.
He hadn’t even noticed it… Did he kill someone on his way?
A flash of orange through the forest broke his focus on the blood-soaked blade. Was that.?
Lifting his blade once more, the thickening foliage almost tied him down. He couldn’t stop now. Seung couldn’t stop now. Sure he only saw it for a second at most but how could he not recognize him?
As the forest leaves got thicker and thicker, it got harder and harder to see as the sunlight vanished. Where was he? In his haste, Seung tripped over what was probably just some thorny vines.
He attempted to push himself up but something dragged at his feet, making his efforts to stand utterly useless against the coiling vines that restrained him.
Seung tried his best to fight against them but ultimately lost.
Seung could only feel his life slip out of his hands without another word.