"..Hah?" Park Woojin sat up slowly, examining his surroundings. Instead of the wet, cold bench that he had been sitting on a minute ago, he found himself lying in the middle of a complex looking circle with intricate designs. To his terror, the engraved patterns were drawn with what appeared to be blood, indicating that there had been a ritual of some sort. Woojin trembled a little, shaking at the thought of who's blood it had been. Nothing indicated that anyone else was in the vicinity. What did that mean for him?
Woojin clenched his hands into fists, clawing at the floor. No, overthinking wasn't helping. Slowly, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. Freaking out wouldn't help him out here. Minutes seemed to tick by, as an eerie silence filled the area he was in. Opening his eyes again, Woojin lifted himself off of the floor, preparing himself for what's to come.
What he hadn't expected, however, was a sharp burning sensation in his arms.
Looking down, he found the source. Large gashes lined his forearms, causing blood to trickle downward. It was pooling where he had once sat, spreading across the wood flooring.
Panicking, Woojin fumbled around for a piece of clothing, trying to suppress the excessive bleeding. Even if he WAS in a strange environment, he wasn't too keen on dying.
However, just as he managed to attempt to rip pieces of cloth off from the suit he was dressed in, an unexpected and explosive amount of pain invaded his senses. This time, in his head.
The throbbing had an erratic rhythm, and every surge of agony felt as if a million needles had stabbed him simultaneously. Shakily, Woojin clasped his hands over his head, biting his lip to prevent the urge of screaming. Scenes that he had never seen before flashed before his eyes, occluding his vision. Things around him blurred and multiplied, as he gripped his head, trying to calm down the searing pain.
Unexpectedly, it ended as soon as it had stopped. Woojin collapsed, panting as he tried to process what had just happened. The throbbing had subsided enough for it to be bearable, leaving Woojin time to think. Who was the person in those visions? Was it him? They had looked so similar...
Shaking his head, (which was a bad decision, as it only increased the pain in his skull) he re-focused and looked around once more, noting things that he hadn't noticed before. Soft fabric curtains framed big, colorful windows, and regal looking rugs and furniture surrounded Woojin. It was like everything belonged to royalty.
A knock at the door distracted him from his train of thoughts.
"Master Woobin, wake up." The voice was taunting, the tone far from serious, and almost mocking.
'Master Woobin? Woo-?" Woojin bolted up, frantically running to a mirror. There in the reflection, was an exact replica of him.
Green hair was illuminated by the lights, and golden orbs glinted in the sunlight. The only difference was the attire that he was dressed in. Instead of the tattered sweatshirt that he used to wear, he was situated in a green vest embroidered with gold. His white shirt had lace ruffles on the cuffs, with a turtleneck shape near his throat.
"MASTER! WAKE. UP!" The snarky voice returned, this time sounding agitated, as they started to pound on the door.
Woojin slid down slowly, heart thumping wildly in his chest. His breathing grew quicker as he became increasingly confused.
What was going on?