The Institute(59)

The voice was like a tsunami that crashed into broad mountains. Huge waves of madness and tyranny engulfed the player's heart, they were like puppets on strings as they performed this bloody and absurd play. Time seemed to slow infinitely, it was as if he had been submerged into the deep sea, everything was blurred and muffled, his ears rung with static noise and his limbs refused to move, as if they weren't his own anymore.

Red lips were bitten harshly by white teeth, the bloody taste in his mouth overflowed and Chu Yi could feel the lingering sting numbing his nerve endings. A drop of sweat slowly traveled down his forehead, gradually marking out a glistening trail from his brows to the fluttering lashes. Red eyes were squinted, slightly uncomfortable, and his eyes glimmering with physiological tears blurred.

His heart seemed to slow, booming inside his skull like a heavy drum.