The people I trusted the most betrayed me and turned away from me. I didn't have the power or influence I needed to keep myself safe. Bad luck followed me everywhere, like a curse.
Every step felt heavy with failure and sadness. No matter how hard I tried, I was always the one left out and left behind. In the end, I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a strange dark room. The air felt heavy and still, like something wasn't right. I couldn't remember how I ended up there, until a strange feeling came over me like I had been there before.
My arms were tied behind my back and it hurt. The floor was cold and hard like stone. When I looked around, I saw the walls had old dried blood on them. It smelled like death, like something worse than just pain.
This was the beginning scene of a game I had finished once. It was a harsh and cruel game where every choice led to real scary results. And now, I was inside it not just playing, but actually living it.
Everything looked exactly the same as I remembered. But this time, I wasn't holding a controller. I was the character.
After that, my head starts to hurt badly. It feels like a strong steady beat inside my skull, like a drum. I try to move, even just a little, and reach up to hold my head without thinking, but I can't.
My arms are tied tightly behind me. I'm tied up and can't move at all.
The only thing holding me up is the back of the chair, which feels hard and cold against my back. My legs can't move either, ropes are wrapped around my ankles, keeping them in place.
The pain in my head gets worse, sharp and nonstop, making me feel sick to my stomach. I grind my teeth, my jaw tightening on its own, like maybe that tiny bit of control could stop the pain.
I shut my eyes tight because I can't see clearly through it, and hot tears start to run down my cheeks.
I'm not crying because I'm scared, but because the pressure in my head is too much to handle, and I feel totally helpless.
I feel stuck in my own body. Every little move makes the pain worse. Every breath reminds me that I have almost no control.
I put up with the headache until I was so tired I couldn't take it anymore. The pain wore me out, and I fell asleep not because I was calm, but because I was too tired to stay awake.
After that, all I could do was sit there, barely able to move. I kept falling asleep and waking up, hoping really hard that everything happening wasn't real.
I wished I would wake up in a normal world, where everything made sense. But when I finally did wake up, something was very wrong, seriously wrong.
I had lost all my memories. The only thing I could remember was the pain I felt before everything went black. That sharp strong pain was still clear in my mind.
Somehow, I knew I had lived before, and I also felt sure that I had died. That was my first life.
But here, nothing looked familiar. I couldn't remember anything about this place, not even that I was supposed to have played this game before.
Even though I still remembered the pain and how my past life ended, everything else had been wiped away.
While I was still sitting in the chair, fully tied up and very tired, a strong feeling of fear surrounded me like a thick fog. My arms hurt from being tied, and each breath felt weak and unsure.
Panic slowly rose inside me as I looked around in the dark, hoping to find some clue or reason for what was happening.
Suddenly, I heard clear footsteps coming toward the door. They were slow and careful. Each step sounded loudly in the quiet, like a warning. My heart started beating faster and harder, each beat louder than before.
I didn't know who or what it was, but I felt very scared. The strange pattern of the steps made me feel cold with fear. Every time the floor creaked, it felt like it was saying something bad was about to happen.
I couldn't move and frozen with fear. I just stood there, silent, waiting for whatever was about to come in.
Then, when it finally came in, I saw a man or not really a man, but something that looked like one. He had a strong, athletic body, like a fighter or an animal built for power and speed.
But what caught my attention first was his skin. It wasn't just dark or hurt or burned, it was red, a deep strange red, like he was covered in blood or made from fire. And the scariest part, the thing that made me feel cold with fear, was that he had only one eye. It was right in the middle of his forehead, shining like a light, and it looked at me with a kind of curious hunger.
He came closer slowly but clearly knew what he was doing, like he was enjoying it. His strong body moved with each step, but there was something creepy and smooth about the way he walked, like a wild animal hunting.
Then he smiled or maybe just showed his teeth. They were long, sharp, yellow, and wet with spit. He said something, but his voice was rough and strange, like it didn't belong in my world. I couldn't understand any of it. It sounded scary, like rocks scraping metal. His mouth was dripping as he smelled the air around me, like an animal smelling something it liked.
When the monster slowly started to untie me, all I could think about was trying to kill it before it killed me. From the way it acted, it was clear it just wanted to eat me.
What made things worse was that it was taller, stronger, and had way more muscles than me. I was really scared, but I also knew I had to move quickly.
Even though I was really tired, my body was moving on instinct and adrenaline. The moment I got free, I didn't wait, I quickly jumped forward and shoved my fingers into its eyes, hoping to make it blind or at least hurt it.
If I wanted to stay alive, I had to take away its advantage and do it fast.
I hit him hard in the eyes, so hard that blood started coming out right away. He let out a deep painful cry, stumbled back, and held his face in pain.
I didn't wait. I grabbed the ropes that had just been tying me up. He was still hurt, unable to see, and trying to deal with the pain when I came up behind him with a clear goal. I quickly wrapped the rope around his neck and pulled tight with both hands.
I was full of fear and anger. I wanted to kill him. He struggled and tried to pull the rope off, but I pulled even harder. His choking got louder, then weaker, and he started to lose strength. I didn't stop, not until he fell and stopped moving, not until I was sure he was dead.
Now that he had died by my own hands, a strange and uncomfortable feeling turned in my stomach. It wasn't guilt or fear, it was hunger. A deep strong hunger I couldn't ignore anymore. I was starving, and the need was so strong that I couldn't wait.
My eyes stared at the dead body of the monster I had just killed. Without thinking, I jumped forward and bit into his arm. His skin broke under my bite, and to my surprise, the taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't like normal food, no cooking or flavor, but something about it filled a deep need inside me.
Driven only by instinct and need, I kept eating, ripping through muscle and tissue with a hunger that felt like it would never stop. I ate every part I could, from his strong arms to the thick muscles in his legs. Piece by piece, it all went into my aching stomach, filling the emptiness that had been hurting me inside.
Hours went by in a blur of eating. The more I ate, the more strength I felt coming back. My arms and legs stopped shaking, I could see clearly again, and a strange strong energy rushed through me.
When there was nothing left but the bloody ground and the sound of my heavy breathing, I stood up. I was stronger. I was ready. It was time to get out of this awful stinking place for good.