He found himself standing in front of a graveyard gate.
"Huh?!" His face showed no emotion, but his eyes—his eyes looked like those of an old, dead man. He looked down at his hands, opening and closing them over and over, trying to figure out if this was real... or just a hallucination. The atmosphere grew heavier with each passing second.
"A graveyard?" Even his voice carried a weight of tension.
A black smog began to swirl around him—and in the next second, his mom and dad stood beside him. In front of them: his dog's grave.
He saw the name engraved on the headstone and suddenly, everything came rushing back. Jon. That was his dog's name. He remembered now—he was seven years old when Jon died.
But this time, he didn't feel traumatized. He just felt... curious.Why was he seeing all of this?
There was no time to process. The moment he read Jon's name, he was teleported into another memory.
Now, he was five years old—Ryan, sitting in a wheelchair with a broken leg at his grandpa's house.
"Okay... what happened this time?" He closed his eyes and tried to force the memory out—but nothing came. When he opened them, he saw a framed picture of his grandma.
And then he realized—he was at her funeral.
"Okay... what the fuck? What the fuck is happening?"The words left his lips flatly, drained of all emotion.
The world began to darken, the air thick with a growing blackness. A sound echoed faintly through it:
"Tch... Tch..."
He was back. Standing in the exact spot he'd been in before the memories began.
"Who says something like 'What the fuck' at their grandma's funeral? "The voice wasn't his. It wasn't visible. It came from everywhere—and nowhere.
His legs and hands began to tremble. He covered his face with his palms, his eyes filled with pain. He tried to move his lips, to speak—but nothing came out.
Then, finally, a breath escaped his mouth.
"You know what, Midori? Things are seriously messed up now. Are these memories really necessary in this game? Huh?!"
"Yes. From now on... they are."A booming laugh echoed from every corner.
Ryan stood frozen, more confused than ever.He had no idea what Midori truly meant.
"Don't cry Don't cry let me explain, u know this shitty game feeling too bored so i thought let add some plot in this" "Plot like manga and anime, BTW what's your fav plot let me guess AOT one ?"
"Plot ??" his reaction is insane whole face shift into tension "What do u mean by plot !!"
"Plot meanest plot dude, and the plot is I'm going to add your all bust memories into the game line like your memories are going to happen again and again every year, and on new year this plot will reset to happened again. But every year things will get more tensed and horrifying"
Ryan - "Horrifying?"
"Yeah. For example—your mom and dad? They're gonna die this year. On the exact same date. Then they'll come back on New Year's... just to die again. But each time, it'll be more horrifying than the last."
The boy—Ryan—was being slammed with flashbacks. Bloody flashbacks, right in front of his eyes.
"Nah... you never mentioned any of this at the beginning," he said, his voice trembling with fear."You can't just change the rules in the middle of the game."
Slowly, Ryan noticed the smoke around him shifting color—deepening into a dark, ominous purple.
"Ohh boy..." the voice chuckled."You really think I follow rules in my own game? And are you sure I never mentioned it?"
The moment those words—"I never mentioned it"—echoed through the air, Ryan tilted his head upward, searching for the source of that twisted, mocking voice.But all he could see was smoke. Endless, swirling purple smoke.
Then, a Calm. Smooth. Almost too calm."What do you mean?"
A faint glow caught his attention. Ryan lowered his gaze to the ground.
A strange, jagged shape was glowing beneath his feet—like a piece of shattered glass, light bleeding from its cracks.
"Huh?"
He froze in place, afraid to move, afraid that the glass might shatter completely. His legs trembled, but the ground didn't break.
Instead, in the glassy reflection, he saw... himself.
Not the Ryan standing there now—but the Ryan who had agreed to play this game.
"Hey moon..." "Huh..."
To be continued...