How I Came to Be
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Mhmm...
What is this place?
When I came to, I saw a lot of corpses lying about. It might be dark, but for some reason I can see clearly, as if a bright source of light shone the area. Wraiths could be seen patrolling the place.
I tried to gave them a holler but they didn't budge even if I'm tugging their ghastly clothing. I made funny faces in front of them and they didn't notice me.
That's odd. They should've—!?
"Save...me..."
W-what is this?
My head hurts.
"I don't want to die!"
"Curse you...!"
"What have I done wrong to deserve this...!"
Voices...?
What are these voices? And from where?
Inside my head?
Wait. I have a head? Huh? When did it happen? And how did I gain consciousness?
Urk...my head...!
"I swear I'm gonna kill you the next time we meet!"
"Please, spare my life— Gyaaaaaaaah!"
Stop.
"Why did it come to this?"
"I can't even bid farewell to my family."
"Finish me already! You killed my only happiness!"
"I'll see you in hell, fucker."
Stop... Please...
"No... Nooooooo! I don't wanna die! Gaaaaaah!"
"Who the heck are you—"
"No, please. I'm begging you! Ahhhhhhh!"
STOP!
PLEASE STOP!
Ugh...
I'm...still fine? My consciousness...is still intact?
Urk! My head is heavy...
The voices are?
They're gone.
Is that how it is?
Those people... Their memories... It swarmed my mind and almost devoured me with their feeling of agony.
Agony?
Isn't that my name?
Eh how could I tell that that's my name when I just gained consciousness just few moments ago?
Who really am I?
I think I can't find the answer just yet.
•••
The world is cruel.
No...
It's these beings.
Those who experimented without giving a care of the consequences of their actions.
It's been a day since I gained consciousness. I kept on wandering around the facility, undetected by any scouts or the residents here.
I've learned a lot in this place.
It's an old factory...of sorts. There's a total of six floors, and space is not an issue due to its wideness. I ventured on each floors and saw how these beings thwart the lives of millions. Even the dead ones were desecrated.
This place is more or less an abattoir. Of evil, that is.
The first two floors were empty at first glance. There are a lot of rooms but there's nothing noteworthy to mention, aside from this worn-out note that I found atop an empty bookshelf.
The third floor is where I've got my consciousness, as well as the memories of the people who were now lifeless, lying on the floor.
It's a grosteque floor.
The only thing I'm thankful for their existence here is that they've loaded my mind with their knowledge and characteristics. It's too many though. My brain almost fried when I received it all.
Do I have a brain in the first place? I don't know. I'm only a day old.
And then my eyes caught something decent among the corpses.
It may be starting to get rotten (for some reason, limbs and bodies who were dumped here gets rot for a short period of time), but it's the amputated head of a beautiful woman. This is only one of the few "a bit fresh" body part here.
Let's see.
What's her name again? I think it Resale.
Resale Case, 18 years old. kidn*pped by the Wraiths and instantly killed after being brought here.
"It must be painful to have all of your limbs tear off from you. But at the very least, you're a brave girl who defended your younger brother", I thought as I hold her with both of my hands on her cheeks and dragged something plasma-ish from her head.
This girl has a younger sibling. It was her brother that's about to be grabbed by a Wraith but she pushed him away, before she vanished along.
She's the only one that fought against a sealed fate.
She glared at a hideous creature named Nefario before ending it with a smile. At first, I thought it was strange to smile before you die. However, after getting her memories, I finally understood. She's happy that her brother is still living away from the hands of this creature who tore her limbs as if she's like a piece of paper.
"I'll honor your way of living, girl. I know it's not much, but please allow me to inherit a fraction of your identity."
And thus, I obtained her face.
With that, something within me is changing.
I'm starting to gain a form.
"What's that? A ghost?"
A voice? Where is it coming from?
I stared at the hallway, and I saw a figure of a boy along with a Wraith.
"Hmm, she could be one of these toys. Let's leave it at that."
He walked away, and headed towards the stairs to the second floor.
If I'm not mistaken, that's Hero. Nefario often talked with him. That guy seems to understand Nefario's way of talking.
Hero, huh?
It's quite contrary to what he's doing though?
According to my borrowed memories, he often helps in k********g. He also engages in experimentations for the sake of fun and entertainment.
That's pretty crazy.
I went on to the fourth floor by phasing through and I found myself sorrounded by some kind of giant cylindrical glasses. I don't know the term, since there's nothing about that in their memories. Inside them are bodies of unfortunate beings. Androids, beastmen, humans, vampires and many more. All I could do is to stare at them as they float in a greeny fluid of the glass.
The only unique being that's stored in this wretched floor is an elf. No... This one's a half elf, half demon. She lost an arm and a leg, perhaps due to those maniacs.
Another unique feature of hers is that I gained her memories.
I didn't experience it from the rest of the dead in this floor.
From her memories, a certain guy caught my attention. He gave her a rune card, aided her in her journeys, and identified her as a part of his family, along with his sister.
The last piece of her memories was filled with agony and regret.
"If only I could chat and smile with Leen and Yukti once more. I'm sorry Yukti... I truly am."
The depth of her emotions was carried along with that last piece, and I felt a prickling sensation to the chest area where the supposed blood pump is located. I'm still a ghost, and I'm puzzled as of why I felt that.
The last two floors were just libraries of sorts. A lot of books could be found (hence, library) like books about curses, literature books, and a bunch of history books. I've also seen something odd like magazines with almost n***d women as it's cover. Why is that?
Are all men devoted on reading matured content? That I don't know.
On the sixth floor, however, is a secluded book. I could touch it for some reason (I can't touch or carry anything!) and it made me oddly happy that I went far as to open it by curiosity.
The book doesn't have a written title. The contents are just some unkown contexts. Ugh.
"There's nothing flashy about it at all."
Sigh...
Huh?
"Wait. Eh. Huh?"
When did I gained a voice?
Eh? I'm not floating anymore?
"Ack! Oww! My face hurts."
And now I can't phrase through?
Ugh, what's happening here?
"Oh my, what do we have here, a burglar?"
"Urk!"
I froze for a moment after hearing Hero's voice.
I got brutally injured and was subjected to become another one of their lab rats for their experiments.
It hurts.
I'm bleeding right now, right? I can't anything anymore. That demon just robbed my sight away from me.
My struggle seems to be long and what they're doing to my newly attained body is unbearable.
"[Nightmare Requiem]!"
Huh? Who's there?
The ones who were carrying me by the arms just dropped me.
You could've put me in a more gentle manner though? Not that I can complain.
"Cough..."
"I know you're not okay but if you're still conscious, communicate in any means available."
If it weren't for a certain man, my demise would've been certain.
This voice of his...
I recognize it.
Yukti, right?
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