"Allen, huh? I can't even speak? What is this shitty situation?"
I tried to talk to Allen, but no words came out. My mouth was open, but there was no sound.
I looked at Allen, who was in the same situation, his face showing the same confusion and alarm I was feeling.
What is happening?
Desperation surged through me as I struggled to break free from the invisible hold on me, but it was like trying to move through quicksand...
Damn it, it's not working—I can't break free...
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't budge.
What's happening to us?
I thought again, desperately searching for an answer.
Suddenly, I started to feel something familiar, something very familiar.
What is this sudden feeling?
I looked around at my surroundings.
It was the same quiet, blood-soaked hallway, but something felt different.
I couldn't understand what it was.
What's going on?
