The “exit” lead to a new ambience different from the previous one, although still labyrinthine. The sky was now visible, a greyish cyan being displayed by it, as if rain was something so prone to come it wasn’t even a question if it’d come today. The floor was just brown dirt, like the one you could find in a usual camp. And it was wet, as rain probably poured down on it not long ago. The same could be say about the walls of this labyrinth, as they seemed to be made of ancient stone, and uneven formations was common to see in it. I started walking down the labyrinth, feeling the cold of the wind hitting my skin with force of that of a red tail storm, and the monsters that were around me letting out low growls in the distance, as though they felt my presence in the mere fact I was setting foot on these lands. Short after, I found a puppy sitting on the ground, it’s tiny tail wagging as it happily looked at me, eyes shining slightly in hope, looking at me approach slowly. I tried to pet it, but once I was getting close enough to it, something grabbed me from behind. It seemed to be a human, with cyan, rotten skin, and its ribs popping out of its skin. It was at the very least 2 meters tall and without feet, having spike-like formations instead. It hugged me from behind and stabbed me with its ribs, breaking the bones and organs of my torso in that instant. And like that, I was dead…

This next time, I decided to ignore the puppy for my own safety, walking past it with a disinterested look. I got killed again in the same way as before.

Eventually, there was only one thing left to do, that I never dared to do with a puppy or kitty of any sort… I had to kill it. “Do I really have to do this?” I thought to myself… I approached the puppy, shaking, but not of fear. That, I had never done. I raised my foot… As I stomped the puppy, I could hear the loud crunch from its bones, the blood spreading around my foot and close surfaces, as it was left dead. The monster didn’t get me this time… But why. I realize now…

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This isn’t a game. This isn’t a simple place. This is my afterlife, my prize for everything I had done, for the person I was back then, and I had to get along with it. This place is made of Hatred… Egoism. There is no place for a kind man in this version of Hell. This is my trophy for being the person I was… Isn’t it?

I continued walking, thinking about it. “I have done this before. But why didn’t I feel bad about damaging something this time? Was it because I had a pet dog? Sometime… It died sooner than I got along with it though.” I thought to myself as I kept walking, reflecting on past actions.

I then found myself again in the same situation… A kitty, meowing happily. I had to do it twice, I see. “Why… Why twice…” “… This labyrinth is not only physical… But psychological as well.” I thought as I crushed the kitty once again in shaky breath.

My mind couldn’t take it anymore. I am so weak, so defenseless, so desperate to have that feeling again… I decided to go back on my tracks. I was decided to try again, and nothing could stop me. If I’m immortal in this world, what is the point of even trying to hide again?

After I found myself back in the bathroom-like halls, I found another one of those parasitic corpses in a desolate room, feasting on the corpse of another of those unimportant people. I investigated my flashlight to see if it could do anything else besides being so unbelievably durable. And with a strange button on the bottom left, I found out it had a hidden dagger. I knew what to do as I approached the parasitic corpse with the flashlight in hand. As I tried to stab it, a single movement from it was all it took to send me rocketing towards a wall and leaving a dent on it, cracking it as well. All it took was such a minimal swing… Why am I chuckling? Is it because I recognize this one corpse? Oh, Mary… Why do I remember you so well...? Is it because I stalked you? Is it because I murdered your husband in cold blood? Is it because I drowned your one and only toddler… Or maybe is it because I loved your face of fear and disgust the most?... There was no time to continue asking myself, as it crushed me with a punch, and I died, appearing on the same room again.