im·bro·glio

   [ɪmˈbrəʊlɪˌəʊ]

noun

A difficult or intricate situation; an entanglement.

• The God of Rivalry:

My eyes did hurt. Everything hurt, but my eyes were the worst. I can’t really describe how much they stung. Really. I felt like they were burning and burning and it just wouldn’t stop. It was hell. Hell on earth.

I’ve always wanted to write about awesome stories. When I was a kid, everyone was listening to ghost stories I would make up. This wasn’t something to make fun of. This really wasn’t.

Sometimes I regret being who I am. I lived of the comments and attention I received from my blog, but somehow it couldn’t fill the hole in my stomach. The emptiness couldn’t be wiped away. I understand now.

Now I was here, looking at the person who had triggered me to come to the Lennox House. He was the one who refused telling me his story and I took off, trying to write another story. A story that was far more dangerous than climbing a mountain without any tools or ropes.

I had sneaked into the house and found my way to the basement. No biggie. What I found there just blew my mind. It still does. The amount of dead bodies couldn’t be counted on two hands. It was gruesome.

While writing and hiding someplace, I got caught by a girl with a split personality and she brought me to a bunch of crazy people. It’s when I realized that they were the lunatics who had taken over the asylum that was once called White Raven Hospital.

It was fine at first. Well, what can I say about ion? It wasn’t fine. I lived, that was the most important thing in the world. It was precious, my life. I was going to get out of the house, somehow. I couldn’t care less. The struggle to survive was killing me.

Somehow I got a customer that kind of kept coming. Yong Guk was a fine, he is a fine man. I immediately liked him, because he wouldn’t touch me at first. There was something awkward about him that caught my attention. He never did sleep with me. He refused to. I was way too young in his eyes. I believed him, he was right.

Yong Guk is a very wealthy man. I don’t know why he was that rich, I never cared to ask. He wanted to help me. Get me out. However, deep inside I knew that I was going to die. They were not going to let that happen.

“H-h-h-help me. I-I c-c-c-can’t m-move.” My voice was broken, hoarse and weak. This was one of their punishments for helping the guy who called himself Kris. He came here to solve this thing. I had been studying him before I even dared asking him his story about his twin brother.

I knew he was a part of some anti-government front. I knew. I almost wrote a book about the guy. But he refused telling me his story, so I couldn’t complete it. I lacked in sources.

This, this suit, this mask was my punishment. I was nothing but a rag doll to distract this man.

After I was caught and being used as a doll myself, I decided not to stick with Yong Guk’s plan. He wanted to help me, free me. It was my perfect getaway. However, sometimes, sometimes you just work against all what you once believed in. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. I just did and you’ll do soon as well.

If I would flee with this man, terrible things would happen. My gut said that something was up and it had something to do with this corridor. It was the way this floor was designed, the way it seemed to be.

I decided to disappear before anyone would notice. This wasn’t easy. This plan wasn’t easy at all. It all went wrong in the future as well, but I had to get out. Not out of the house, but out of sight.

Furthermore, I was aware of not being able to leave this house unnoticed. There were far too many souls lurking around, watching. I couldn’t trust anyone.

What I did was truly simple. I disappeared while staying in the house. That way I would confuse alm