Cold was the night, when amidst the mistfull along with decaying trees that had surrounded him, a Graveyard could be seen before him, Seperated from the trees by the odd rotten metal fence. It's uncanny sanitations, had left a disgust look on William's face, even before entering the graveyard itself.

Though it was still visible, he had noticed that the mist that were surrounding the graveyard and trees were the same as the one that emenated the enormous dome that he had just been.

Though he had already arrived in this mistfull Graveyard, his mind was still fixated towards the stone figure that he had seen before. He had wondered where it had came from—'was it from the magic circle ritual thing?' though very likely, he still had his fair share of doubts.

Ofcourse, at a time like this, he didn't have time to think of an answer, and so he decided to sway these questions momentarily to focus on what's before him.

As he stepped within the Graveyardyard's rotten field, he couldn't help but feel the eerie feeling he had been feeling.

It wasn't fear, nor was it the nervousness or the anxiousness he had felt before, but a shivering feeling of being watched.

This feeling did not come from the grave itself, but beyond it.

As he couldn't help but be curious, he directed his gaze towards the Mistfull forest he had just walked past through. As he did, his expression turned mortified at the scene.

Amidst the glooming darkness that had covered the forest in it's pitch black domain, as if it were a Border, a glewming eye swam amidst the darkness, staring eye-to-eye with William who had been standing still.

He thought huriedly 'i have to run!'

With a definite decision in mind, he began running towards a random direction, careless of his chosen direction.

After William had ran for a few seconds, above the mountain hills, he saw signs of light that shone it's bright Essence among the endless mist covered darkness.

"A light?"

With the fact that he had been lost in this forest, he had no other choice but to be led by the only sign of light there is.

After a while, William had finally arrived at the lighted area that he had been observing eversince he was at the graveyard.

The molding step he took imprinted his footprints everytime he took even a step forward. Why? Because the ground itself mostly consisted of hardened mud, though soft enough to imprint one's tracks.

The place was rather... Unclean, to say the least. Though unlike all the other unhigenic places he had been, this one was by far the most unhigenic one.

A small village with molding wooden house surrounded by rotting metal fence and some having broken windows.

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The town itself was oddly quiet—almost too quiet.

'are they sleeping?' William guessed.

With his mind lingering on the unweavering curiosity, he had decided to inspect one of the house that seemed abandoned to him.

Standing before the wooden Door which he had chosen to be the first to be the one he would explore—or in this case, inspect, his sense of perfectionist, along with other instinctive warnings had appeared within the deepest parts of his mind, forcing him not to carelessly touch even the doorknob as it could possibly lead him to a dangerous or even, life threatening situation.

Though even then, he still chose to open the door.

Beyond the door, was an empty, dark hallway. It's stinging scent felt as if a needle had stuck his nasal.

He continued walking further towards what looked to be an endless hall embraced with constant darkness.

Among the endless hall, he often saw barged Doors in every corner, as if it were opened by force.

As he continued on to walk along the endless hall, one room caught his attention in particular.

It was the room at the very end of the hall, and the biggest. It was the master bedroom, with a king size bed at the left side along with well-carved wooden table at the right and an open cabinet filled with weaving dresses, coats, and dustfull shoes. The wall that what looked to previously had windows, were now replaced by a massive crack, that had allowed him to see the outside quite well.

With atleast four different areas to inspect, he had already deduced the most likely place where he would find something.

Thats right, it was the table.

And as he inspected the wooden molded table, he opened the drawer on one of the corners of the well-carved table.

'i knew it'

Inside, were three things—a notebook, pistol, and a necklace with a symbol of an eye.

'how nostalgic...' he recalled the time he first deduced Claude's notebook. He remembered being impressed and slightly cocky of his abilities then, how foolish of him to do so.

Opening the book, he was confused yet understood it at the same time. It said:

(Thou feeble curses of eyes, shall linger in pain in thd face of "light" and shall be the gate towards "the second".

Though when lingers in passion for dreams, they shall we see.

It smiles but never laughs, it sees and follows.

Deceiving hearts? They posses no heart, only in man's dream.

Fear... Inside fear... Likes fear...)

"..."

William couldn't fully grasp the context. Though that doesn't mean that he didn't get anything.

'eye? Was it the one i Saw in the forest?' he guessed.

'shall longer in pain in the face of light?' light? He could only recall one thing here that hresembked light. That's right, the light that came from this village.

'are the "eyes" afraid of the light? If that were the case, then all i have to do is find the light itself'

With this, William had formulated a plan.

Or... Atleast a foundation of his plan. He couldn't say this plan was bulletproof, not even in the slightest. He himself is aware of the possible consequences of his actions—and even so, what's to say he Will fail? He still had a chance, a chance to survive.

He then grabbed the pistol and the necklace.

He himself was also confused regarding the function of the necklace. Though he didn't question it.

Then, suddenly, as he turned his body around, his gaze directed towards the creeping figure that had stuck his head out from one of the Doors, closest to the room he was in.

William couldn't see his body, only his neck and head. His neck were colored jet black with a mask like face.

What creeped him the most wasn't it's sudden appearence, but it's expression that sent shivers down to his very core.

It was smiling.

Smiling as if "it" was happy, smiling as if "it" had received a gift, smiling as if... He had found what he had been looking for, smiling as if... He wanted to do something with him.

I could feel it. Why "it" stared at me, why "it" looked at me with those eyes. "It" was after me, he wanted to eat me! William panicked.

Then, it slowly went back to where it had originaly came from, inside one of the door.

William's breathing became heavier. His mind was frozen in fear.

Then, with no further hesitation, he ran through the enormous crack on the room's wall.

He had to run

'i need to run!'

No—he felt as if he needed to run. And so he did, never looking back.