The two men erupted into hysterical laughter, filled with madness and defiance. The man with the square mask spoke in a deep, commanding voice:

"I’m the one in control here. I’m the master, and you’re the victim. You can’t leave this place without me. You’re just the 'X' to me."

A crazed smile spread across my face, as if something inside me had shifted. It felt like I wasn’t the person I used to know. I replied with a voice brimming with confidence and insanity:

"If I live, you live. If I die, you die. You’re nothing without me… I am!"

Our eyes locked in a blazing stare, a silent war of wills that sparked like fire in the darkness. Fear no longer existed in this space; it had vanished into the ether. We both raised our axes high, our fury reaching its peak.

The man with the mask smirked arrogantly and taunted:

"I left my axe for you... Haha, why don’t you try it then? Hahaha."

I couldn’t bear his words any longer. We lunged at each other, a clash of pure madness. It was as if two beasts were battling in the shadows, their rage unbridled. The clanging of axes rang out like the echoes of a brutal war, accompanied by hysterical laughter that only grew louder with each strike.

Then… what is this?

My hands were drenched in blood, thick and heavy, and my heart pounded in my chest like an unrelenting drum. I looked around in panic—where was the axe? Where was I? The room was white, pristine, but it didn’t bring peace; it was a nightmare come alive.

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Then, a pained voice broke through the silence, a voice that shattered me:

"You hit me…"

I turned sharply and froze. There, lying before me, was someone I couldn’t mistake.

"It’s… it’s her… it’s Eilaf?!"

I screamed her name, my voice cracking under the weight of despair:

"Eilaaaaf! Eilaaaaaf!"

I ran to her, my legs trembling, barely holding me up. Blood covered her, pooling around her fragile form. The sight blurred my vision as tears filled my eyes. I dropped to my knees, lifting her head gently with shaking hands.

"What… what is this? So much blood? Eilaaaaf! Eilaaaaf!"

She opened her eyes faintly, her voice barely audible, yet it struck me like a thunderclap:

"Is this… the trust you promised me?"

Her words pierced through me, sharper than any blade could.

"No… no, I didn’t mean it! Please, believe me, Eilaf… Open your eyes, I’m begging you!"

My tears fell freely onto her blood-stained face. My hands trembled as I held her, her body growing colder by the second.

"Eilaf… don’t close your eyes! Eilaf, wake up! Eilaaaaaf!"

"Ha… surprise!"

My body trembled, and I turned frantically, searching for answers. Darkness consumed the space, yet it felt suffocatingly full. Suddenly, I realized chains had wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, binding me with unyielding strength.

"What is this? Where am I?!"

The voice returned, laced with mockery:

"I’ve played with you once again… You’re weaker than me. How could you ever think you could defeat me?"

I lifted my head slowly, my eyes locking onto the figure before me. His face remained hidden behind that ominous mask, but his voice resonated with a chilling authority. Surrounding him stood a crowd of figures clad in identical black attire, motionless like eerie statues.

Then, his hand gestured toward the front. That’s when I saw her.

It was her—Eilaf! Bound by the same relentless chains, she struggled, her defiance evident, but her strength seemed drained.

"Eilaf!" I shouted in desperation.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears and anger:

"You idiot! Why are you listening to him? Figure it out!"

The man’s laughter erupted again, thunderous and maddening:

"Ha… ha… Didn’t you enjoy my little game? Then let’s see… how will you handle this, watching her suffer right before your eyes?"

The scene spiraled into a living nightmare. The chains tightened, suffocating my body and soul alike, while her gaze pierced me with an agony I couldn’t bear.