Chapter 18: Realm of Blood and Solitude

'Who... dares...'

A shrill voice was heard, soft and close to Len's ears. He felt a rush of chilling air and there was an invisible weight dropped on his shoulders. His entire body hair perked up like each strands were being sharply pulled by razor strings. Len shivered to a catatonic state, and it wasn't because of sheer cold alone.

'Why... here..'.

Len's lips trembled, unable to say anything. He wanted to run but his body was overwhelmed in severe paralysis. He felt the lump on his throat choking himself. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, unbridled and unwelcomed.

'WHY?'

A great force pushed Len down so hard it should've snap him in two, but it didn't. Len was falling into pitch black darkness, voiceless and motionless. Gravity pulled him down ever so slowly, lulling him in the dark air before finally tucked him down softly on the cold, hard grounds.