28/08/2024
👹 Land Of PSYArr 👹
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Chapter 1: This Is PSYArr
The sound of screeches and shrieking could be heard in the dark damn room. A miniscule amount of light poured in through the window. The smell of blood and death filled the air. Rain fell from the clouds making the smell more pungent.
Spiders and bugs crawled around the nearly empty room. The only thing in the room was a bed. A figure was seen sitting on the bed, hunched over as if they were crippled.
The figure looked like a skeleton, like skin and bones. Chaeryoung stared at the ground. The sounds of torture outside did not worry her, infact it was normal for her. If the streets outside were quiet, then she would be worried.
Several cuts and scars decorated her body, her hair was looking messy, looking as if it hadn't been washed in weeks, which it hadn't. She didn't care about her looks though, the only thing she cared about was living.
She had no family.
She had no friends.
She had no lover.
She was alone. And she'd always been alone.
Getting up slowly, she walked towards the door, her 'home' was an abandoned building. As she neared the door, her body tensed. Drawing her knife, she quietly moved closer to the door.
Breathing slowly and silently, she whipped open the door and stabbed the man awaiting her there. The man had his own knife but he died before he ever got the chance to use it.
Slipping the knife out, Chaeryoung let the body fall to the ground. His blood was already creating a large pool on the ground. Frowning, she grabbed the man's arm and dragged him further down the alley and left him in a dark corner.
Turning, she walked away. Yes, she had just killed a man but she felt nothing. She did not feel pity or regret. She did not feel any pain or sadness for him. She simply did not feel at all.
Trudging on, she made her way down the filthy streets, beggers were in their skimpy clothing trying to attract attention from anyone that would give it. Drunk men stumbled along, yelling at inanimate objects. Small children scurried by, searching for any scraps of food. There were no animals, most of them were hiding, afraid of being eaten by ravenous people.
Any animal that dared go about during this day was usually killed immediately and eaten by the lucky killer. They weren't safe even during nighttime.
Chaeryoung ignored all of these, as she continued towards her destination. A drunkard grabbed her wrist and she turned towards him.
