The screen is nothing but heavy, swimming static. Colors bleed into each other
like wet ink. Sounds are muffled, as if underwater. Your vision pulses in and out,
never quite focusing.…Where… am I?
Everything is… blurry. So blurry it hurts to look.
Shapes move, but I can't tell what they are.
Is this… a memory?
My head feels stuffed with cotton. Thoughts slip away the moment I reach for
them.
The darkness thickens until it's absolute black. A low, distant hum, like a
heartbeat that isn't yours.
It's all black.
Black everywhere.
I can't see anything…
I can't even feel my own hands.
Am I… floating?
Am I even breathing? A single point of color appears in the center of the
blackness. A faint, sickly red.
…Red?
Why is there red?
It's spreading… slowly… like spilled paint.
It's warm. Too warm.
It's… wet.
The red keeps blooming, closer now. The blur sharpens just enough for
a silhouette to form. A man. Tall. Standing over you. His face is nothing but
smudged shadow, as if someone erased it.
A man…
He's smiling.
Why is he smiling?
I… I know that smile.
Don't I?
…Who are you?
Why can't I see your face?
The man raises his right hand. Something glints, metal
catching a light that doesn't exist.
That's… a knife.
He's holding a knife.
He's… bringing it down.
A soft, wet sound. Once. Twice. Again. The red jumps with
every motion, splashing across the blurred walls, across your unseen body.
He's stabbing me.
Again.
And again.
This… this is blood.
So much blood.
It's mine.
He's killing me.
He's really… killing me.
The blade rises and falls. The man never stops smiling. His
face remains a void, just teeth floating in darkness.
Why can't I feel it?
There should be pain.
Screaming.
Anything.
But there's nothing.
Just the sound…
shnk… shnk… shnk…
Like cutting meat.
The red is everywhere now. It drips upward, defying gravity,
painting the ceiling, the sky, the inside of your eyelids.
Who are you…?
I know you.
I have to know you.
Why can't I remember your name?
Please… say something.
Anything.
The man leans closer. The blurred face almost touches yours. You still
can't make out eyes, a nose, anything human. Only that smile, too wide, too
calm.
Stop…
Please stop…
I don't want to die like this.
I don't want to die not knowing why.
The knife plunges one final time. The world
tilts. The red rushes in like a flood.
…It's cold now.
The warmth is gone.
Everything is… going quiet.
So quiet…The screen drains of color entirely. Pure black. A single line lingers,
white text slowly fading.
I'm sorry…
I still can't… remember your face…The blackness holds for several seconds. No
music. No sound at all. Then, very faintly, the sound of liquid dripping.
Fade to complete black.