Waking up in a dark silent room, only the humming sound of the old fridge can be heard, spreading through the small apartment.
Azreal just woke up, his white shirt was almost black because of how dirty it was.
The young man looked at his shirt with a dark grimace, then he looked at the dirty room judgingly.
The sound of footsteps grew louder as he walked out of his room, and as he did, he glanced at a family photo on the wall.
He frowned, the image now only has him in it, the rest were cut off.
He moved through his small apartment with heavy legs, slowly but surely Azreal reached the fridge.
For a moment he forgot what he was doing, the humming sound of the fridge made him daze... a few moments later, he reluctantly opened the fridge, and looked inside.
Placing a few pickles on a plate, Azreal sat on a chair and started to eat the old pickles.
The salt container was beside him, still unopened, and unnoticed.
The fridge was near him, it's door still hung open with nothing inside the rusty machine.
As he ate his saltless pickles with a blank expression, the lights suddenly got cut off, now only the sunlight was illuminating the apartment through the window.
The young man stood up and went to throw the plate in the sink, suddenly his eyes widened slightly...
There beside the sink a 9mm pistol was lying there unbothered, the new metal skin reflected the light like a mirror.
He tentatively grabbed the gun and looked at it, he thought
'When did I buy it?!'
He really forgot.
'Well, that's good, today will be the day'
But he obviously wasn't ready, so he kept walking around the apartment aimlessly, for a few hours...
From his room to the kitchen, then to the cracked walls of the bathroom, he kept circling around the small apartment.
Eventually he took out his old phone and looked at it for a few seconds, then a message suddenly rang through the phone.
Azreal grimaced and he clenched his teeth, and suddenly he slammed the phone against the ground...
Surprisingly, the phone didn't break.
He looked at the phone for a few moments, then he resigned and looked at the apartment, after a few moments he smiled.
An hour later, the apartment was in flames, the young man sitting on a chair in the middle, his pistol in his hands...
Then he pointed the gun to his head and...
He just stayed like this for multiple minutes, his hands were shaking.
Eventually, he started coughing uncontrollably, and then a minute later, the coughing stopped.
He pointed the gun to his head and accidentally pulled the trigger... but he accepted it...
He was ready, well... probably not.
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Then it was darkness.
Then he heard a sound-
(Do you want to die?)
'Huh~... yes? Obviously, yes'
(Farewell...)
'What does that mean? Who the hell are you?'
Then, the world started to feel cold!
Then darkness slowly turned to white, he shivered uncontrollably as he felt colder and colder.
The longer he remained in this darkness the more white he saw, and the colder he felt.
Then he felt a heavy blanket or something like that covering his body.
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In a world with just snow covering its land, the white stretched to the horizon, there, there is a red glow from every direction.
In the middle of this land, a tower of only black, stark against the white heavens, this tower reached to the sky...
The sky was white and dark, almost gray, no stars glowed in that infinite gray roof.
A fallen star shot through the sky, it almost seemed slow to the eye, taking a few long minutes to fully disappear.
Then... in a very random spot on the snow, which looked as white as the rest of the land, the snow suddenly moved, the snow being moved off by something underneath.
The white grave opened and a walking dead climbed out, covered with a thick white fur coat, Azreal looked almost unrecognizable.
He looked around, unable to recognize the eerie scenery, he looked left and right, then he looked up !!
"What the FU?!"
There in the middle of the sky, a black sun radiating a black light, somehow pinned in place in the middle of the sky.
From where he was looking, it seemed as if the tower was a rope connected to the sun...
He shivered, probably from the unbelievable cold.
He thought-
'Am I not dead! Where am I?! I should be dead?'
The world looked like purgatory, making his heart race with fear and anxiety.
Then he heard a very loud sound !?
As he turned to look, he saw a massive white snake, the size of a train.
In one second, he was already inside the massive creature, which was black colored on the inside...
As he was swallowed, one of his arms immediately twisted and cracked under the pressure, he screamed helplessly.
The flesh surrounding him squeezed and slowly broke one bone after another, he can't see light anymore, and he can't breathe.
Brown acid slowly flowing to cover his body, as it fell on his skin, Azreal immediately started to scream louder and louder.
The acid burned his eyes, ears and his entire skin off, even the fur suit only survived for a few minutes.
Then, the pain became so unbearable that his brain was shut off, he became a broken dull inside an acid bath, slowly turning to slime.
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Then he opened his eyes in darkness, then darkness spoke-
(Do you want to die?)...