My Identity [1]

Emmet stood alone within the white world. 

Tak, Tak—

His steps quietly echoed within the white void, ripples forming beneath each step he took.

The more he walked, the more he found himself losing sight of himself. 

It felt as though he was slowly sinking into the depths of the ocean, darkness gradually enveloping him, embracing every part of his body in a strange and cold sensation.

He could imagine the Arcbishop's expression outside. 

'It's over. You've lost.' 

The Archbishop's voice quietly echoed in his mind over and over again. They were like whispers that reminded him of his ineptitude. 

Of his... failure.

It was unfair. 

He never had the time to properly adjust to this world. 

He... 

Tak—

More ripples formed as he took another step.