Mr_Sen

THE Forgotten Player

"There are two kinds of death in the world.The first is when a person dies, meaning physical death. Another is when a person is alive but everyone forgets him, that means he is dead to everyone even if he is alive." Inside a place where darkness covers everything. A young man with black hairs and red-black eyes sitting on a bloody chair. His face was covered by his dark black coat. He was breathing calmly. Blood was dropping from his fingertip. That blood was strangely overlapping with his red-black eyes. Dark flames were devouring everything expert the boy, who is on the chair. The dark black flames were not bright but symbolising hell. It was cold but at the same time it was hot. Even though everything was burning cause of dark fiame but there was no smoke not even burnt smell. Sometime after not even dust was there, everything was burnt by that dark black flame. Then he stood up suddenly and started walking forward. The sound of his footsteps was dark and deep. He started walking but no one knows where it ends.