Ryota's eyes slowly got used to the low light, he thought at first this was a normal regular cave... But the walls weren't empty like you might think in a natural cave. Instead, they were covered with shiny metal panels that glimmered to his welcome. This was man-made... A light whiff of a hygiene product came to mind. "Sheesh... that reeks like the doctor's place..." He softly muttered as he slowly walked in further. At one point... he could swear he heard a bell, yet nothing came to mind when he was walking there.
The first room he entered felt like a mix between a library and a crazy scientists' lab... The shelves creaked under the weight of all the books, the strange devices that seemed to be forgotten for ages by the amount of dust on it. Ryota's heart raced as he saw all of this, and his mind was buzzing with curiosity about this cave's history. As he walked over to a wooden desk, his eyes started to wonder about all the things on top of it. His hand hovered over a lot of the stuff, yet halted when it was hovering over an open notebook filled with messy handwriting. The language was foresight to him, but the diagrams and pictures looked oddly familiar.
A loud bang from the far-off door shattered the silence in this room, pulling him out of his daydreaming. Quickly ryota turned around, scanning the shadows, but there was no one in sight. The atmosphere felt heavier as if the cave walls were closing in on him. Now Ryota knew this was bad news, he wasn't merely wandering in a cave, he was wandering in a trap. Feeling a rush of emergency, Ryota grabbed the notebook and shoved it into his backpack, the weight of its hidden truth now pressing against his back. He moved deeper into what seemed like a maze. A room with plants, a room with cages, another room with desks only, a room... with a statue? There were so many rooms till he met a hallway. The passageways had come tighter, the air filled with metallic scenes and rust was showing from the doors. This seemed to be the oldest part... And the farther he walked, he noticed that a lot of these doors were marked with strange symbols. Some were carved in, some were... he could swear those were blood smear carves.
Swallowing thickly, Ryota decided to randomly select a door and push it open, revealing a room that looked like an old surgical theater. The floor was covered in blood, with only hits of the old white mosaic that was laid down. What distured the man the most, were the shiny instruments. Those were just placed... In the corner of the room, he could see a pile of bodies laying there. His stomach wanted to make a spin-the-wheel effect, but by placing a hand in front of his stomach and mouth. He managed to keep it contained. The smell was sour here and heavy in metallic. There was a lunatic here... Slowly he started to move through the area, the lights flickering the more he stepped around in the place. A sudden chill ran through him as if the room itself was trying to keep him away. Whispering stories of horrific procedures and lost souls.
Ryota instantly scolded his contract in case it was pulling a stunt, but he wasn't. He explained that since they had a deep connection level, he could experience things like this. Ryota never really knew what real fear was due to his ability. But he felt heavily on edge when he moved closer to the tables. Eventually, Ryota saw an old journal lying on the edge. He opened it, feeling the fragile pages under his shaking fingers. They were words that he could read, despite that the pages were old and worn... It was in English, but the writing was chaotic, reflecting the intense emotions behind the words. It detailed experiments, a mission to undercover the very nature of a god... and a figure referred to only as 'patient zero. A cold sweat formed Ryota's forehead as he read, the unsettling words striking a chord deep within him that he couldn't fully understand. Flipping the pages, it seemed like this dated back to when he was born. That year... that he was born.
A grinding noise of gears coming to life, deep within the cave snapped Ryota back into action. He quickly shoved that journal into his backpack along with the notebook he now had. Feeling a strong urge to uncover every little secret of this place... Yet he decided to dash through the hallway, the lights flickering menacingly, making the shadows dance widely around him. The walls felt colder, and the metal surfaces were slick with moisture. While the air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic.
The following room was enormous, its ceiling swallowed by darkness, it resembled a mix of a lab and dormitory. Rows and rows of hospital beds lined up against eh wall, each accompanied by a tray of medical tools... and herbs. The eerie sight sent the chill down Ryota\s spine, his mind filling with the experiments he read earlier about. "This... is where they tested?" He questioned as he walked past the rows of beds, taking a good glance. It didn't seem fully abandoned even. Each bed had a nameplate, but they were all smudged and unreadable as if time attempted to erase the memories that came before them. Some of them he could faintly make out, but most of it was guesswork.
The silence of this place was slowly getting filled with a cry. And this cry became more intense as Ryota neared a lonely door at the end of this room. It was locked... so All Ryota had to do was kick it in, but he was going to play it smart. Look through the keyhole to what was inside first. He caught a glimpse of a figure huddled in a corner. This was more than enough for Ryota, there was a person alive in here and not wanting to be here. He broke the door open, making a lot of sound. There was a girl... A girl around his age, wearing a worn-out coat, her eyes wide yet blank, her body frozen in terror. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her long, tangled hair covered up her face like a veil.
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The first room he entered felt like a mix between a library and a crazy scientists' lab... The shelves creaked under the weight of all the books, the strange devices that seemed to be forgotten for ages by the amount of dust on it. Ryota's heart raced as he saw all of this, and his mind was buzzing with curiosity about this cave's history. As he walked over to a wooden desk, his eyes started to wonder about all the things on top of it. His hand hovered over a lot of the stuff, yet halted when it was hovering over an open notebook filled with messy handwriting. The language was foresight to him, but the diagrams and pictures looked oddly familiar.
A loud bang from the far-off door shattered the silence in this room, pulling him out of his daydreaming. Quickly ryota turned around, scanning the shadows, but there was no one in sight. The atmosphere felt heavier as if the cave walls were closing in on him. Now Ryota knew this was bad news, he wasn't merely wandering in a cave, he was wandering in a trap. Feeling a rush of emergency, Ryota grabbed the notebook and shoved it into his backpack, the weight of its hidden truth now pressing against his back. He moved deeper into what seemed like a maze. A room with plants, a room with cages, another room with desks only, a room... with a statue? There were so many rooms till he met a hallway. The passageways had come tighter, the air filled with metallic scenes and rust was showing from the doors. This seemed to be the oldest part... And the farther he walked, he noticed that a lot of these doors were marked with strange symbols. Some were carved in, some were... he could swear those were blood smear carves.
Swallowing thickly, Ryota decided to randomly select a door and push it open, revealing a room that looked like an old surgical theater. The floor was covered in blood, with only hits of the old white mosaic that was laid down. What distured the man the most, were the shiny instruments. Those were just placed... In the corner of the room, he could see a pile of bodies laying there. His stomach wanted to make a spin-the-wheel effect, but by placing a hand in front of his stomach and mouth. He managed to keep it contained. The smell was sour here and heavy in metallic. There was a lunatic here... Slowly he started to move through the area, the lights flickering the more he stepped around in the place. A sudden chill ran through him as if the room itself was trying to keep him away. Whispering stories of horrific procedures and lost souls.
Ryota instantly scolded his contract in case it was pulling a stunt, but he wasn't. He explained that since they had a deep connection level, he could experience things like this. Ryota never really knew what real fear was due to his ability. But he felt heavily on edge when he moved closer to the tables. Eventually, Ryota saw an old journal lying on the edge. He opened it, feeling the fragile pages under his shaking fingers. They were words that he could read, despite that the pages were old and worn... It was in English, but the writing was chaotic, reflecting the intense emotions behind the words. It detailed experiments, a mission to undercover the very nature of a god... and a figure referred to only as 'patient zero. A cold sweat formed Ryota's forehead as he read, the unsettling words striking a chord deep within him that he couldn't fully understand. Flipping the pages, it seemed like this dated back to when he was born. That year... that he was born.
A grinding noise of gears coming to life, deep within the cave snapped Ryota back into action. He quickly shoved that journal into his backpack along with the notebook he now had. Feeling a strong urge to uncover every little secret of this place... Yet he decided to dash through the hallway, the lights flickering menacingly, making the shadows dance widely around him. The walls felt colder, and the metal surfaces were slick with moisture. While the air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic.
The following room was enormous, its ceiling swallowed by darkness, it resembled a mix of a lab and dormitory. Rows and rows of hospital beds lined up against eh wall, each accompanied by a tray of medical tools... and herbs. The eerie sight sent the chill down Ryota\s spine, his mind filling with the experiments he read earlier about. "This... is where they tested?" He questioned as he walked past the rows of beds, taking a good glance. It didn't seem fully abandoned even. Each bed had a nameplate, but they were all smudged and unreadable as if time attempted to erase the memories that came before them. Some of them he could faintly make out, but most of it was guesswork.
The silence of this place was slowly getting filled with a cry. And this cry became more intense as Ryota neared a lonely door at the end of this room. It was locked... so All Ryota had to do was kick it in, but he was going to play it smart. Look through the keyhole to what was inside first. He caught a glimpse of a figure huddled in a corner. This was more than enough for Ryota, there was a person alive in here and not wanting to be here. He broke the door open, making a lot of sound. There was a girl... A girl around his age, wearing a worn-out coat, her eyes wide yet blank, her body frozen in terror. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her long, tangled hair covered up her face like a veil.
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