LET'S GO

Somewhere in a dark room.. Present a boy..weak, vulnerable..chained..

It was cold. Not the kind that brushed against skin… but the kind that lived in the air itself. Sterile. Metallic. The sharp scent of antiseptic burned faintly in his nose— mixed with something heavier… something iron-like. Blood.

Dim white lights flickered overhead, casting uneven shadows across the room. Metal restraints dug into his wrists—cold, unyielding. Somewhere beside him, a machine hummed steadily… …and with every pulse— something was being taken

[UNKNOWN SYSTEM LOG – ACTIVE]

The hum deepened. A sharp sting spread through his veins— like something was being pulled out of him… too fast.

The words didn’t make sense. But the pain did.

His voice barely rose above the mechanical noise. Even speaking felt heavy.

[System: Vital levels unstable.]

A monitor beside him flickered—numbers dropping too fast to follow.

And suddenly..

The door at the far end creaked open. Footsteps echoed—slow, deliberate.

And a silhouette came in to the view..

Relief flooded in his heart… weak, but real.

The overhead light flickered again— And for a second, his brother’s shadow stretched across the floor… distorted.

A thin tube ran from his arm—dark red flowing steadily through it… Too steadily

Something cold settled in his chest.

just then..

Another set of footsteps. Closer. Familiar.

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Let's go

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The room felt smaller suddenly. The walls too close.

A drop in the machine’s rhythm. Like something skipped.

The air turned heavier.

The words echoed louder than the machines… Soft, almost calm—yet heavier than the mechanical noise around him, sinking in slowly… until they shattered something inside him.

Pain filled his throat—thick, suffocating, impossible to swallow. But worse than the pain was the realization forming too slowly inside him.

The tube tightened slightly— or maybe it just felt that way.

Silence. Cold. Empty.

Something inside him… broke quietly.

Something inside him… broke quietly.

System: Heart rate critical.

The machine’s beeping became uneven. Sharp. Urgent.

The hurt grew beyond what his body could process. Even the sharp sting of the machines faded into the background. As if his body had given up registering pain altogether.

The engagement ring on his finger suddenly felt heavier. Too heavy. As if it had been waiting quietly all this time… holding something back. And then— the memories broke. They didn’t return gently. They crashed. Laughter that now sounded wrong. Hands that felt colder in memory than they ever had in reality. Promises that twisted in on themselves like lies that had been alive all along.

No one answered.

[System: Vital levels collapsing.]

And that… was the cruelest truth of all.

[System: Cardiac failure imminent]

*beep beep*

the faint hum of dying machines remained

So that was it. Not betrayal. Not misunderstanding. Not mistake. Just… usage.

The machines kept beeping. Faster now. More urgent. But even their sound felt distant. Like it belonged to someone else.

Machines beeped frantically

*beep beep*

[system: emergency!!!!]

The engagement ring slipped slightly on his finger as his hand trembled. He stared at it. Not with sadness anymore. Not with denial. Just understanding. Cold. Empty. Absolute.

The room blurred. The lights above him stretched into pale lines of white. The voices faded into something meaningless.

And then

The sound reached him like it belonged to another world. A world he was no longer part of.

His vision dimmed. The machines faded. The pain… finally stopped existing. And in the last breath he didn’t fully take— he understood something too late to matter.

[System: Signal lost.]

He was never family. He was never chosen. He was only used.

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let's continue

There was nothing. No pain. No light. No sound. Just an endless darkness that seemed to stretch beyond thought itself. And yet— he was still aware. Why…? The question drifted through the emptiness weakly. Broken. Just like him. He remembered dying. He remembered the cold metal restraints digging into his skin. The machines. The voices. The betrayal. Family. The word alone made something ache violently inside him. A sharp pain rose in his throat again. Not physical. Something worse. Why did it hurt this much? They had used him. Lied to him. Destroyed him. So why— why was a part of him still searching for warmth in those memories?

His breathing faltered. Or perhaps he only imagined breathing now. A pale silver glow slowly appeared in the distance. Soft. Gentle. Nothing like the harsh white lights of that room.

Warmth. That was the first thing he noticed. Not pain. Not the suffocating cold of death he remembered moments ago—only warmth wrapping around him like a quiet embrace. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The room around him was unfamiliar. Soft golden light flickered nearby, casting shadows across wooden walls while silence pressed heavily in the air. It looked real enough… yet something felt off.

and suddenly

The walls faded into silver mist, the floor beneath him turning into a dark glass-like surface reflecting endless stars above. There was no sky. No earth. Just an endless space suspended between light and darkness.

Confusion crashed into him.

Then a presence appeared before him. A woman cloaked in pale silver stood quietly in the distance, moonlight bending around her form.

No… not exactly.

Its snow-white fur shimmered like fresh moonlight poured over silk, glowing faintly against the endless dark. Delicate feathered wings rested along its back, moving slightly with every calm breath it took. Tiny glowing petals drifted around the creature as though the air itself worshiped its presence. It looked impossibly pure.

Before he could continue

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A long silence followed. Not cold. Not empty. Patient.

The words shook him more than they should have. Not meant to end? What else could it have been? Everything he had ever known was false. His family. His engagement. His life. Even now, the memories clung to him painfully. His brother smiling softly while adjusting his blanket. His fiancé placing the engagement ring onto his finger. Warm hands. Gentle voices. False love wrapped so perfectly that he had never questioned it. And somehow— that hurt more than dying.

The question came out smaller than he intended. Almost childlike. The moonlight flickered softly around him. Not cold. Not pitying. Just… quiet.

The darkness around him trembled faintly.

And that was the cruelest part. Not the betrayal. Not the death. But the fact that if they had asked again— he might have still given them everything.

The realization made him feel sick.

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