Arthur's eyes snapped wide, a bolt of fear coursing through his body. Shudders raced down his spine as the chilling abyss that awaited souls after death felt hauntingly real. Wait... was it truly cold?
Arthur couldn't remember the sensation clearly, yet it still felt so real. His heart raced, while a sharp pain that originated from his chest coursed across his body.
'Did I… die? Again?'
His most recent death was vastly different when compared to his first one. Instead of a tranquil mind devoid of the specifics of the situation, this time, Arthur returned to the world of living with a vivid memory of what had transpired.
He couldn't put it into words.
It was sickening, to say the least.
He observed his surroundings and found himself curled up in the space connected through the stairs on which he had descended. The black cuboid was only a few meters away, while Arthur's senses had returned.
