FA spread his arms wide in the empty void, laughter tearing from his throat.A laughter that wasn't joy—It was madness. Victory. Desperation.
"I've killed so many Asahi's for this."His teeth bared. His grin sharpened into something inhuman."I will find it. Who I was. What I was doing. Who killed me…"
His eyes burned, veins crawling with madness."I—AM—THE WINNER!!"
The white void fell silent.Too silent.
Then—
A door appeared.Out of nowhere.Its presence swallowed the air itself.
The frame was ancient wood, splintered and cracked.Its surface—pitch black, like it had soaked in centuries of darkness.A rusted handle dangled loosely, screeching as if it could fall apart at any moment.A faint, suffocating aura bled from it.
FA froze.His mad grin flickered… and for the first time, fear carved itself into his face.
He whispered, trembling."…A door?"
His body shook. His chest rose and fell, breaths turning to smoke.Every instinct screamed to stay away.And yet—he couldn't look away.
(I have to find who killed me…)(He knows. He's the one who did all of this. The operator of the Dimensional Dream…)
FA's lips twitched. A smile. But his hands trembled."…How can I trust this door? Am I still inside the dimensional hole?"
He exhaled. A long, shaky breath.His heart pounded against his ribs like war drums.
"…Screw it."A weak laugh."Let's take the risk."
CREAKKKKK—
The rusted handle turned under his grip.The sound of grinding metal scraped his ears, echoing across the endless white void.
The door opened.Darkness leaked out. Heavy. Crushing.
FA stepped through.
Pain.
His skull cracked like it was splitting open."ARARARARARARRRRRAAAAAHHH!!!"
His body glitched.Limbs distorted. Veins screamed.Reality bent and ripped at his flesh—tearing him apart pixel by pixel.
"ARARARARARRA—ARRAARRRRRHHHH!!!"
His scream echoed through eternity.The void convulsed.And then—
Silence.
His eyes opened.
Warm light spilled across his face.A window stood open, curtains swaying in a soft breeze.Birds chirped faintly outside.
It was… calm.Too calm.
FA blinked.His head turned.
A wooden table.A chair.The drawer.The one drawer where he used to take Anari's eyepatch.
His heart stopped.
"…No way."His voice shook.
He touched the bed beneath him.Soft. Familiar. Home.
His eyes darted toward the clock.February 4.Time: 8:30.
FA staggered to his feet, his pulse racing."This day…?!"
He grabbed the table. His hands trembled."This is my room…"
His breath hitched. His voice cracked."…Why am I here?!"
He spun, eyes wide, sweat dripping down his temple."…Am I in Asahi's dimension…?"
The silence didn't answer.
Only the ticking clock.Tick. Tick. Tick.