As I stood in that dark tunnel, I realized there was no escape. Before me stood a strange man, laughing with that cursed, maddening laugh. His face was hidden, covered by a black mask with a square drawn on it. His body was cloaked in pitch-black clothing, absorbing every hint of light.

In his hand was an axe, dripping with blood, drop by drop. The sound of the blood hitting the ground was piercing, unsettling, as if it were slicing through my mind. Slowly, he raised the axe and pointed it at me. In a cold, lifeless voice, he said, "You... are an X to me."

I glanced down at my white clothes, only to see an X marked across them in red. But it wasn’t just any red—it was blood. I froze in place, unable to move, as the man stood there, still and silent, his very presence like a curse.

Suddenly, a massive door fell between us with a deafening, stern sound, separating me from him. I was thrown back by the shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. I heard a faint voice, barely a whisper, saying, "Run."

I shouted in confusion, "What?" The voice returned, this time screaming with terrifying force: "Ruuuuun!" The sheer intensity of the sound felt like it was ripping through my skull.

I started running with all my might, dashing through the dark tunnel as fast as I could. Heavy iron doors began crashing down one after another, blocking the path behind me. I had no choice but to keep running.

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Out of nowhere, the strange man appeared again, chasing after me with his blood-soaked axe. His maniacal laughter echoed through the tunnel, deafening and relentless. The X mark on my white clothes bled profusely, dripping with crimson as I ran.

The faint voice continued to urge me: "Don’t stop!" While the man behind me shouted in a chilling, stern tone: "Where are you going? Didn’t you say you would challenge me?!"

I ran as fast as I could, but suddenly, I stumbled and fell to the ground. I looked back in terror to see him towering over me, his axe raised high, ready to deliver the final blow.

In that critical moment, another massive door dropped from above, slamming onto him with a thunderous crash. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the eerie sound of dripping liquid.

I turned my head and saw his severed hand, still clutching the axe, lying next to me. Blood dripped from it steadily, creating an ominous, rhythmic sound that filled the air.

I stood up, catching my breath, and turned around to find two buttons: one red and the other blue. They stood as silent sentinels before two doors illuminated by matching lights—red above the first door, blue above the second. I stared at them, my mind racing: which one should I choose?

Thoughts surged through me: was red the color of beautiful roses, or fresh blood spilled anew? Was blue the symbol of peace and calm, or the hue of strange creatures and deadly radiation? Both choices felt equally menacing, but deep down, I couldn’t ignore the truth. Red often signified doom and control, while blue held a promise of mysterious peace.

Without overthinking, I chose the blue button. But the moment I pressed it, the unexpected happened. In a chilling instant, both buttons turned blood red, as if soaked in fresh, crimson liquid.

Suddenly, blood began pouring from the walls, flooding the room with chaotic streams of red. The floor glistened, the atmosphere thickened, but oddly, I didn’t feel fear this time.

Something within me had shifted.

My gaze fell on the axe beside me, its handle still gripped by a severed hand. I yanked the hand away and clutched the weapon tightly. A crooked smile crept across my face, and then, I laughed—a crazed, unrestrained laugh.

"The door has finally opened, you who dare to challenge me!" I shouted.

Just as the words left my mouth, the figure of that man

emerged once more from the shadows.