WARNING: This story contains sensitive themes such as torture, rape, child abuse, etc. and heavy spoilers, especially for Seven's route and Secret Endings 1 and 2. Reader discretion advised, please proceed with caution.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mystic Messenger. All credits to Cheritz.


CHAPTER 21

"Just a little longer. You'll..."


How long…?

Memories faded like the mist…

The same routine each and every single day.

Pass the jail rooms.

It's still empty.

The noise from one of the cells had disappeared, leaving only a heavily-bandaged man staring into space. He could see the spot of purple veins climbing across his neck, and he looked away.

In the adjacent cell, a brunette mumbled desperately under her breath, face burnt and flesh peeling away from her tanned skin. Cradling herself back and forth, he watched her break into a sob just as he would do on normal days. Opposite her was a scrawny boy with dirty blonde hair, silently crying and hugging a torn piece of cloth in his bloody hands. The image of his brother dying in front of him suddenly made him choke up.

Voices reverberate in his fragile conscience. Why does he not just listen to them? Why does he keep believing anyways?

The noise fades as he reaches the same room.

She's there again, whispering how oddly persistent he was being in holding on to false hopes. She smiles when he said this wasn't going to make his faith in Saeyoung falter. It starts.

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The same routine each and every single day.