Baran woke up falling from his bed. His head hit the corner of the coffee table.
'Ah!'
He stood holding his head. Her forehead would soon begin to swell. He was ashamed of himself that he died to a stupid chest. But he was used to dying. However, his nightmares decreased. Dying was still painful and awful. He went to the kitchen and looked for ice to put on his forehead.
'I wonder what happened to that guy? Will he be waiting for me again when I go there next week?'
He took over the computer. He would watch what he got on the camera. He wasn't thinking of releasing the parts with the man. Ismail spoke definitively on this issue. If he published the parts with the man, he might have been deciphered somehow. So he clipped the video starting from where the creatures started chasing him.
He remembered what happened in the abandoned apartment building before going to Hell. He wrapped the video to the very beginning. There was no scream.
'The woman's cry was heard somewhere here, but not.'
There were neither women nor men in the video. He had shot at the empty wall. He looked stupid.
'There must be an explanation for this.'
He would keep the entire video on his computer. Just like the first video he shot. He had sent the full first video to MIT, but no one returned to him. Apparently, they didn't have to make a turn. He assumed that when the money was deposited in his bank account.
His primary job was to send the video to MIT, except for the part where he encountered ghosts. Then he brewed a coffee and went back to work with the leftover sandwich. He had passed one hundred subscribers when he last checked on the video-sharing app.
He was just trimming his video. Unlike other fame-seekers, he didn't want to tamper with his videos too much. This time his video was a little shorter. He had removed the unnecessary rush between the tunnels and connected it directly to the room where the Mimic was. He had two minutes of video in his hand.
'I'm sure it would be more interesting if I could put the parts with the looter.'
He contented himself with writing 'Mimic' in the title of his ideology and uploaded it. It had been a week since his first video. After thirty thousand views, the number of views was not increasing as fast as before. The number of incoming comments and subscribers decreased accordingly.
'If you want to survive on the internet, then you have to constantly release content. What a cruel world.'
He had only two customers today, and both were late. While dealing with his video, he hadn't noticed how quickly the clock was past eleven. He sent a message to Ismail.
'I couldn't reach the boss. A looter haunted my hell.'
There was no reply to his message. His phone rang insteadly. It was Ismail who was calling.
If it wasn't important, he would have texted, wouldn't have called, Baran thought. He answered the phone.
'Are you okay!?'
Ismail's voice sounded anxious. Baran had heard the old man's voice in this tone for the first time. Was it really that important to meet a looter?
'I'm fine. I died to a Mimic before the looter. Will the looter be there again when I go next week? '
Ismail calmed down.
'It wouldn't be obvious. The looters can wander through your hell during that day, as long as you don't kill them or you don't die.'
'The guy was scaring me. He had a huge sword and a strange mask. That sword must have been at least twenty kilos, but it could carry it without any difficulty. He was even faster than the creatures while running. I guess.'
'I guess?'
'I was trying to escape. I could not look back properly. The creatures were not attacking him. Why didn't they attack him?'
'Because it wasn't their Hell there. Creatures only attack the original Hell owner. They don't attack others from outside.'
'This is ridiculous! So let me go to the Hell of others too. I'll kill the boss there.'
'It's not that simple. You can only enter the boss rooms in your own Hell. If you weren't killed by Mimic, that looter would probably be waiting for you at the entrance to the boss room.'
Can't enter the boss's room in someone else's Hell? Oh right! The creatures were in no hurry to chase me. Whenever I headed towards the boss's room. He started running after me but I couldn't see him later. As Ismail said, I guess he was waiting for me at the entrance of the boss's room.
Baran managed to sort out the situation in his mind. He had a lot to learn about Hell. This week was not a loss. He had learned things he didn't know.
'I think I need a weapon.' said. He could not kill creatures en masse with a gun in his hand.
'I told you. The weapons of the modern world are not fit for Hell.'
'Are there people who still use swords and bows in this era?'
'Of course. There are people living in tribes in Africa. Don't you watch any documentaries?'
'Not really, I don't like being at home. That's why I uber.'
'It is what it is! I am sending the address where we will meet as a message. Do not be late.'
Before leaving the house, Baran looked at the notification falling on his phone from the video upload application.
'I just uploaded the video, got a notification right away?'
He read the comment for his video.
Baran even uploaded the video that he would be ashamed of.
'The last regret doesn't help.' he said.
Meanwhile, a new comment came.
The first person who tried to post a comment on the video did not succeed this time. His comment was in second place. However, Baran could not yet understand that his 'first' word was used in this sense on the platform.
He was said with anger.
'First of what !?'
He slammed the door.