Sumin’s POV:

“Snap out of it, you’re safe here.” I heard Leo shout, his free hand resting on my shoulder as he tried to shake me. I was scared, there wasn’t anyone there that I could have trusted that very moment. I was alone. I just could not shake off the feeling that Leo was someone more than just a simple graveyard watch guard. My mind completely playing tricks on me as people faces began to merge, Leo turning into Sehun…Luhan’s eyes. My sharp nails attacking the thin air, trying to aim at the enemy in front of me again. Swiping and swiping at that horrendous guy named Oh Sehun. I felt Leo’s grip on my shoulder tighten, almost brushing the fabric of my hoodie that was hiding my tattoo, which made me feel more frightened. I did not like the feeling of suddenly being touched, for some strange reason the tattoo felt more private without Leo’s touch, my nails gashing across his bare arm. His tattoo appearing darker in the response, my eyes certainly playing tricks again.

“What the is wrong with you? Snap out of it! I am not Sehun.” Leo let out a groan from within sound, pushing me straight against the muddy wall. The back of my head slightly receiving the blow as my vision for a few moments goes dark, my breathing being the only thing that is heard. The panic slightly downing down when Sehun’s face disappears, Leo’s dark chocolate eyes gazing at me with slight worry and curiosity as my chest finally slows down. What have I gotten myself into? The house filling with silence as my eyes begin to search for answers from Leo, his grip loosening eventually letting my shoulders go when I calm down completely. Sweat drops forming on my skin as I try to compresence my hallucination. It seemed live hallucinations were becoming just a normal thing for me. Luhan not coming in just making me feel that it was a huge mistake following Leo. What if he was even more dangerous than Satan’s own son and his buddies?

“Are you sure you have time to spare?” A stranger’s voice sounds, my blood going cold when my brain picks up on the fact that it just sounds far too familiar. My gaze quickly turning to the direction, looking upon the perennial woman who was in the autumn on her life. I saw that she was much older than I originally thought from her voice, the thought of my sister completely disappearing when I hear her again. “It’s one of you again, you girls just seem to always bother me.” Her skin appearing wrinkly, deep wrinkle lines especially present on her once beautiful face. My gaze finally picking on the fact that she had a deep scar running across her left cheek. Her eyes, over the years, had become dull and cloudy as though she had seen too much suffering, yet my reflection was evidently present. Just who was she? They all seemed to know way too much…something was not right.

“W-Who are you?” I cringe at my tone of voice, it sounding far too horsey and screechy. The pain of the back of my head finally becoming evident as the stress from my body built up to a breaking point. Those images all seemed far too real, it was as if Sehun was really here trying to drag me down with him. Luhan at his presence. “You should be not concerned about who I am but rather how I could help you.” Her back was stooped over as if she carried invisible weight upon them, a shiny tattoo catching my attention on her right index finger as my breath suddenly gets knocked out. They both had tattoos…just like Oh Sehun and his friends. The reality slowly creeping up upon me when my brain sorts out my thoughts, my observation picking up on the fact that Leo had no injuries on himself but yet I was certain that I have hurt him from my scratching. His skin should be bleeding. Leo, should be in pain...right?

The witches’ silver hair was thinning, yet it was somewhat shiny. On her neck a silver and emerald neckless hanged, a small red triangle present on the pendant it seemed so familiar but yet I could not just put my finger on it. “Amy, this girl needs your help.” My attention turning once back on Leo who is leaning against the wall, now opposite of me. A sarcastic laugh sounds from Amy, as she turns her back to me before stating a sharp commend “Follow me.” The feeling of uneasiness never leaving me, they could be working together with Sehun but yet my heart is telling me that there was something more than that. In fact, I had run out of options, it was either going back into the forest at night for Luhan to take me or worse Sehun. Or follow Amy who seemed even more suspicions than Leo, my options were limited but clear for the time being. 

My feet helplessly following the old lady, Leo staying close behind me as my gut feeling becomes even more anxious. My vision catching the attention of portraits of faceless people staring at me, ‘turn back’ they seem to say, but swallowing a nervous whimper my feet continue into the dark bowels of the old house. Surely this place could not be worse than Sehun’s horror mansion…I hoped. The more we walked the colder the place seemed to get, it was as if we were outside but the darkness of the place was making it hard to see where exactly we were at. My heart begins to pick up the pace as the walk seems never-ending, the silence, and the darkness just making me slowly go insane. 

The basement that we stepped in appeared like once a wine cellar. The most exclusive bottles of something helping in the wooden racks. The walls being surrounded by ancient brackets for candles, wan residue on them for room to be illuminated. I watched Amy pour a red substance into a wine glass, a strange curse echoing in the basement as my feet slowly take me back. My back hitting the now apparent locked door as my eyes fearfully stare at the old lady continuing her curse. “Leo let me out!” I felt so terrified, my gut tells me that she is just going to hurt me. “Not yet Princess, not until you drink what Amy is going to give you.” The smell surrounding us appearing musty, evading my nostrils a hard smell of blood. Her cold wrinkly skin evading my body, as all I could do gasp. Just how did she manage to get there without me noticing it? Her sharp nails gashing against my jaw, as she forcibly shoves me closer to her, pressing her dangerous glass against my dry cracked lips.

“Drink now.” 

There was no choice for me, as Amy did not wait for an answer instead forcing that damned liquid to burn my throat as I drank. Saliva pooled in the back of my throat once the liquid disappears down my digestive system. I felt panicked that strange liquid tasted exactly like my taste buds remembered, like those pills. More saliva came over and over again, I drank it down trying to calm my now racing heart as Amy walked off, leaving me alone in a basement.

I twisted my limbs, turning them but yet my body felt heavy. It was like turning against hard friction and weights. My mind turning completely