Sungyeol woke up to a grimy, musty-smelling darkness punctuated by tiny pinpricks of dim light coming through the cloth of the sack over his head. He coughed. Sungyeol winced, shifting his shoulders a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position...

And then his eyes snapped opened wide. How did he get here? 

All he remembered was working the late night shift at the pizzeria, the rain, the lone customer. Sungyeol took an uneasy breath as the images flew back to him at breakneck speed, making his head spin where he lay on the ground. The recollection of the huge crashing sound in the kitchen, finding out his coworker had disappeared, the hard hit to his head. The blackness thereafter.

Sungyeol's fingers twitched, and he tried to bring a hand up to feel his head, check if anything was bleeding. But when he tried to move his arm, he found this hands were bound together by the wrists. That was when Sungyeol decided it was time to panic.

Thrashing around, twisting his body violently from side to side, face scrunched up, ignoring the dull throbbing of his head, in his ears, trying to free himself from the ropes tying his wrists and ankles together, forcing him into a fetal postition of sorts.

Footsteps.

Sungyeol froze, like a guilty child caught misbehaving. 

Something pressed down on his chest, as if to restrain him, even though he'd stopped struggling. The cold of fear settled into his lungs, radiating out across his skin from where the pressure was applied to his ribcage, pinning him down. The sack was ripped off his head, faster than he could react, and Sungyeol's eyes caught the split-second flash of a screwdriver in the air as it made an arc towards him. 

Sungyeol was struck in the head for the second time that night, and this time the pain was different. More sharp. There was definitely more blood too, Sungyeol's right eye stung as the sticky liquid dripped past his eyebrow. As his other eye drooped close, and the pain grew dimmer and dimmer, and settled to an unpleasant buzz in his forehead, Sungyeol felt his body being moved. 

Barely breathing, Sungyeol felt himself being jolted about. And then, sirens. Sungyeol sank lower into the darkness, succumbing to it. Everything would be okay. Sirens meant well...

Or so he thought.

When Sungyeol woke up again, he was still lying on the floor in the dusty, dim room, albeit sackless now and unbound by rope. When Sungyeol stood up shakily, he noticed another difference, looking down at himself for signs of injury.

He was now also rather transparent.

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Sungyeol is kidnapped while working the late night shift at a pizzeria, and then murdered by a mysterious person. He wakes up after being hit in the head to find that he is a ghost. He decides to seek out the perpetrator, and watches in horror as the man passes easily under the police radar. Soon, Sungyeol is joined by more and more ghosts (the rest of the infinite members) as the murderer continues his crazed killing spree unchecked. It is up to Sungyeol, and his new ghostly buddies he is joined by, to stop the man before he reaches his sadistic goal. And what of the other inhabitants of the curiously isolated, run-down old house the perpetrator uses as a home base? Upon contact with the other ghouls and spirits lingering around the building, the six boys are transported to different places (during different eras!) and are (unwillingly) thrown off into adventure. Will these members of the spirit world be able to come together to stop the murderer on the loose, and turn him in somehow before more innocent lives are lost?

(Disclaimer: This is the first time I'm trying out supernatural crack with a dash of adventure mixed in....)