The Sources of Lights in The Pit of Darkness

//James stayed in the room, trying his best to stay silent. The bodyguards are still moving outside the room, searching for James thats currently having a breakdown.// //Tears finally start to fall from James's eyes, as he silently sobs inside the room. James then feel someone's arms gently wrapping around James's body, it feels... Familiar, comforting. It feels like... (text-style:"tall")+(text-colour:#6ca3f0)[Home], the one that James had lost. James continues to silently sobs, as he feels comforted by the feeling, he could practically hear his (text-style:"blur")[mother]'s voice comforting him, hear his (text-style:"blur")[father]'s voice soothing him...// //... James needs to escape, that must be what his parents wants now, for him to escape this pit of hell. He has a lot of negative thoughts, but he always have a place for his parents in his heart and mind, and that's enough to keep the negative thoughts away. James saw an exit door earlier, maybe, he could make a run there? No, he couldn't, he (text-style:"shudder")[MUST].// [[*stands up*]]

//James grabbed the glasses, holding it in his hands, as he listens carefully to the bodyguards's steps. They are a bit more far from James now, as James quietly opens the door, seeing another opened room in front of him, and he already got an idea.// //James quietly goes to the room, stopping in front of it, as he throws one of the glasses he's holding to the bodyguards. He quickly ran away, throwing the other glass to the room, so that the bodyguards would think that he's in that room. James quickly ran away, going straight to the exit room. Then, the the alarm goes off, as the lights turned red from the emergency alarm, and the exit door slowly closing, James could hear the bodyguards catching up to him as well.// [[*keep running*]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.8&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980380800c1f6c534f3&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay>

//James keeps running, as he heard the crowd from the bodyguards chasing him. The door is about to close, should James try to outrun the time? Or should James tries to find any other way?// [[Keep running to that door]] [[Go find another exit]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay> (text-style:"bold","condense","tall","shudder","blurrier")+(text-colour:#80ceff)+(text-size:1.5)[!!!¡<#;○€♡£1&/](text-style:"bold","blur","condense","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:#62c47e)+(text-size:1.5)[:'0&#^5×<#&>¡!!!] (text-style:"bold","italic","blur","condense","tall","buoy")+(text-colour:#e32929)+(text-size:1.8)[CHOOSE WISELY!!] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.8&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980380800c1f6c534f3&zw"autoplay>

//James continues to struggle, his body feels more and more aching, he feels more dizzy and nauseous. Then, he feels something weird... James's eyes fluttering closed in pain, as tears fell down from his eyes, when he closes his eyes, James strangely sees random numbers in the darkness. Suddenly, everything feels numb, James feels like he's floating in coldness.// //When James opened his eyes, he already found himself floating around in the cold, darkness, and James couldn't even speak, as he desperately tries to make a sound, but it's useless. Tears kept falling from his eyes, as he finally resigned himself, knowing there's no way out, and no one will save him...// //The bodyguards managed to break into the room, they quickly looks around, searching for James. Tansk, who also come along to search for James, sees his machine smoking. Tansk slowly goes to his machine, humming in understanding. He grinned, still looking at the machine, before he ordered the bodyguards to stop searching and continue their work earlier. Without any protest, the bodyguards obeyed Tansk and walked away, leaving Tansk alone there.// [[. .]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807ff8fc72c3412&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_118122f633db4d01b0e5b6b7fa092527.mp3"autoplay>

//James stood up, as he sees a few glasses on the cabinet near him, maybe he could make a distraction out of it.// //James: Maybe, two glasses are enough... Though I don't know what kind of room is this...// [[*grab two glasses*]]

//Tansk stares at James with a deadpanned look, before sighing and then walks towards the door, opening it. As Tansk opens it, James's eyes fluttering shut for a moment, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness from outside the room, while Tansk gestured James to follow him outside the room. When Tansk walked out, James follows him nervously behind.// //Stink, and clearly noisy, that's what in James's mind right now. This place is filled with nothing but torture and pain, just from the way James listens to those people around him.// (text-style:"shudder","blur")+(text-rotate-z:351)+(align:"<==")+(box:"=XX=")[.......] (text-style:"blur","condense","shudder")+(text-rotate-z:14)+(align:"=><=")+(box:"====XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX======")[Ugh, food....] (text-style:"blur","condense","shudder")+(text-rotate-z:355)+(align:"==>")[Get me outta here!!] (text-style:"blur","condense","shudder")+(text-rotate-z:10)+(align:"<==")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX========================")[What... What do you... I can handle myself just fine!!] (text-style:"blur","condense","tall","shudder")+(text-rotate-z:10)+(align:"<==")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX========================")[LET ME GO!!!] (text-style:"blur","shudder","tall")+(text-rotate-x:51)+(align:"<==")+(box:"=X")[DiE, dIE, diE, DIE!!!!] (text-style:"bold","italic","blurrier","condense","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:#361111)+(text-rotate-x:311)+(text-rotate-z:353)+(align:"<==")+(box:"=XX=")[AhaHaHA!!!] [[.....]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837523494480093101&th=198031e1f2eb9fad&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198031db6297e889c891&zw"autoplay>

//James just stares at the doctor, a.k.a Tansk, in confusion. That smile is clearly (text-style:"tall")[NOT] good at all. But eventually, Tansk speaks again with a thankfully calmer voice.// //Tansk: What's up with that reaction? I'm just stating the facts, y'know? After all, you really (text-style:"condense")+(text-colour:#bfbfbf)[are] a kid.// //Tansk explained, his face looks annoyed with James's reaction. So, James tries to atleast defend himself while apologizing with that guilty, sheepish look on his face, though he's stuttering.// //James: B-but you look scary! (text-style:"bold")[I- I MEAN]-- I'm sorry, I guess that's on me...// [[*stares at Tansk*]]

//James tries to stay silent, but it's almost impossible, he's panicking too much...// //James: No, no, no... Please, please, please... I don't wanna to die here... I need to-...I need to get out, and then.. -// //At a time like this, James's mind always drifts away to his memories with his mom and dad... How they'd always comfort him when he's overwhelmed, how they'd always helped James to fix any of his mistake, how they always loved James... And now, they're gone... Forever, before James could even thank them for taking care of him, for... Everything.// [[*continues to stay inside the room*]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay>

//Tansk smiled one last time, before he grabs some files on the table, and it's all filled with the machine's information. Tansk then cross out something on the file using a pen. After that, he then leaves the room, but one of the paper from the files fell after Tansk crossed out something on it with his pen. As it falls, it reveals what kind of machine in the room is. And it says...// //Project #105(under maintenance, (text-style:"double-strike")[untested]): (text-style:"bold","italic","condense","tall")+(text-colour:#911)[Time Machine]// You got: (text-colour:#3f235e)+(text-style:"shudder","tall","smear")+(text-size:1.8)[SECRET ENDING] Here's to restart: [[Unsettling beginning]] [[Unused morals]] [[?]]

//James tripped his own leg, his vision becoming blurry, he feels so exhausted and pained. His body is aching so much when the adrenaline slowly dies down, there's nothing insight, only trees, rocks, and snow. It's so dark, and James slowly passed out.// (text-style:"tall","rumble","italic")+(text-rotate-z:1.8)+(text-colour:#4a0000)[My, my... Another one?.. This is definetely my lucky day... So young, yet so broken... Why would I even leave you here? I'll definetely take you with me..] //Someone's voice rang in James's ears, it sounded like a man, probaby in his mid 50s? Not like he cares, but he suddenly is when James feels the man dragging him through the snowy forest in the middle of the night, he's clearly up to something bad, but James is slowly losing his consciousness again, he couldn't hear or feel anything at all.// [[End of Act 1 (Unsettling Beginning)]] [[Try again]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542568740973628&th=1980433b0576ec3c&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19804336513fe279be01&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540182371755217&th=1980410f66c664d1&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980410974c37e7cf101&zw"autoplay>

(text-style:"italic","tall")[Still imperfect, you could only hear and feel around you... Still...] (text-colour:#590a0a)+(text-style:"rumble","blur","condense","italic","rumble","tall")[. . . . Well done, James.] You got: (text-colour:gray)+(text-style:"shudder","tall","smear")+(text-size:1.8)[TRUE ENDING] Here's to restart: [[Unsettling beginning]] [[Unused morals]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay>

(text-colour:#590a0a)+(text-style:"italic","blur")[Days? Weeks? Months? Years?] (text-style:"bold","italic","blur","tall","rumble")+(text-colour:red)[Decades.] (text-style:"tall","shudder","italic","bold")[BRAKKK!!] (text-style:"tall","shudder","italic","blur")[AHHH!! Who are you!? Why!?--] (text-style:"tall","shudder","italic","bold")[BOOMM!!] (text-style:"tall","shudder","italic","blur")[NO!! HONEY!!! WHY- PLEASE! WHAT DID WE DO!!??] [[..?]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay>

//James could see a dim light across the trees, as he starts to rush there. And thankfully, James managed to get to the town, it's small, he always thought that, but atleast he could be safe here. He had ran away from that place for hours, probably, he doesn't feel.... Tired, not at all. But for now, James doesn't really mind it. Maybe, he should go find an orphanage, right? He could rest there, or even live there.// [[Go find the nearest orphanage]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542287148642109&th=198042f97540ef3d&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198042f0a42eda6c8d31&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542933724431105&th=19804390002c8301&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980438bb364284600e1&zw"autoplay>

//The axe, slowly being lifted in the air by the man, as he scoffed. James slowly open his eyes tiredly, looking up to the man through his half lidded eyes.// //(text-style:"blur")[???]: (text-colour:#a88f8f)[SUCH A SHAME, HUH? SAY HI TO YOUR PARENTS IN] (text-colour:#a61717)+(text-style:"bold","tall","shudder")[HELL.]// //The man laughed maniacally, looking down to James that's still disoriented. The (text-colour:#ec6a6a)[axe] that was lifted in the air, now moving downward to James's head in a swift movement before James could react. Everything that James has gone through is now useless as it ends, just by ONE, (text-style:"tall","blur")[single] (text-style:"rumble","blurrier","tall")[chop].// //(text-style:"flat","fade-in-out")+(text-colour:#7a5757)[ha...]// //(text-style:"flat","blink")+(text-colour:#6b6161)[Ha...]// //(text-style:"blur","expand")+(text-colour:#7c1d1d)[HahaHAHA...]// //(text-style:"blur","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:#ac1111)[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA]// //(text-style:"subscript","blur","tall","buoy")+(text-colour:#928181)[ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHY WOULD YOU CHOSE THAT OPTION?]// [[RESTART]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837522388739212826&th=198030e07fa0c61a&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198030dbc49542d57eb1&zw"autoplay>

//James: Wha- why... Why is...// //James is stuttering, his legs trembling, he's lost in his own mind, filled with fear, uneasiness, discomfort, uncertainity. But then a familiar voice snap him out of his mind, it sounds so shaky and loud, yet filled with worry and urgency.// //Mother: JAMES!!// (text-style:"italic","tall")[RUN!! GO!!] //The old man turned around, pointed the shotgun to James's mother. The old man's finger on the trigger, and a loud gunshot echoes in the kitchen. James's mother is now just... Laying there, motionless, and the front door is... Opened and broken.// [[RUN.]] [[Just stay still]]

//Tansk: Pathetic, isnt it?// //Tansk speaks casually with mock bitterness, as he guides James to walk around this horrible place.// //No answer were heard from James, no response were made by James either. Only those people's faint voices that are filling the silence in this uneasy place. Well, what should James do anyway?// [[Just keep walking]] [[Try to run away]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837523494480093101&th=198031e1f2eb9fad&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198031db6297e889c891&zw"autoplay>

//James grunted, before he feels his knees hurting so much. It hurts too much than how James should feel when he fell to a floor. James looked down to his knees, seems like he's too caught up by his adrenaline to notice the shards of glass that are scattered on the floor.// //The bodyguards finally arrived, and they waste no time to...// (text-style:"tall","shudder")+(text-colour:red)[BANG!!!] [[RESTART]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay>

//...// //.....?// (text-style: "shudder","italic")[?] //(text-style:"blur")[Hey, mom? You alright in there..?-]// //......!// //(text-style:"blur")[Wha- why... Why is...]// //(text-style:"blur")[JAMES!!]// (text-style:"italic","tall","blur")[RUN!! GO!!] (text-style:"shudder","tall","italic")+(text-colour:red)[BANG!!!] (text-style:"rumble","blur","italic","tall")+(text-colour:gray)[... Ah... Now, isn't this feel familiar...] [[. . . . !]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay>

(text-style:"italic","blur","condense","tall")+(text-colour:#0d0d0d)[... Will this destroy my plan?.. No, it certainly won't... Dont worry...] (text-style:"italic","condense","tall","blurrier")[I've fixed the mistakes, and I already finished with this thing... I already tested it, do not worry... Ah, please excuse me for a moment.] (text-style:"italic","tall","rumble","blur","condense")[Oh, hey... Finally wakes up, huh? Well, welcome back...] (text-style:"bold","italic","tall","shudder","smear")+(text-colour:#452121)+(text-size:2.2)[JAMES.] You got: (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:"shudder","tall","smear")+(text-size:3.5)[¥>?!$_#÷!! ¡■¤;=%&|!!] ? (text-colour:#e6a3a3)[?] (text-colour:#913333)[?] (text-colour:#570606)[¿!] [[.....]] [[RESTART]] [[Unsettling beginning]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837522897002696579&th=19803156d67e0f83&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198031384806dece6ce1&zw"autoplay>

//James: H-huh...? Oh, yeah... Thats funny... (text-style:"superscript")[Hahaha.... Ha...] Can you not kill me...? (text-style:"expand")[Please?..]// //James pleaded, staring at the doctor with a pleading, scared, puppy eyes, it always work with his parents, after all. The doctor scoffed and stopped laughing.// //???: (text-colour:#4a0000)[UGh, kIdS.] My name is Tansk Hakilitan, you better know how to pronounce my name, it's literally common knowledge for a middle schoolers.// //James: Uhm... But, I'm still... Fourth grade...? And I'm also currently home schooling too..// //James replied with slight confusion again, his fear slowly calmed down. Though he replies it with a bit of hesitation, thinking that it's pretty obvious that James is still on elementary school. While Tansk, the doctor, stood in silence and a bit annoyance.// [[Looks away from Tansk]]

//James: 'Ugh, smells like... Blood?..'// //James thought, there's no sound now, only an uncomfortable silence. James finally reaches the stairs as he goes down, he couldn't hear anything, where should he go? There are two options, since he's now both near the kitchen and the living room.// [[Kitchen]] [[Living room]] ^^It smells like blood...^^

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Continue to Act 2 (Unused morals)? [[Yes.]] [[Try again]] (no) <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay>

//James continue to make his way to the stairs that's heading to the lower floor. James listens carefully to the sound, trying his best to stay quiet too.// [[Continue]]

//James gave up on that door, as he quickly rurned away, going to the hall way where he hid before again. There's no other way than that, and James wouldn't chose any other hall, this place could be so surprising and horrifying if he chose the wrong option.// //James runs further to the hall, going through the dark corners and corridors, trying to atleast find some place that could be use as a hiding place, since James is getting tired, but he also needs to run.// //James finds a huge room, it looks dark, maybe, he could go there, hiding and resting for a moment. But, he needs to run too, try to find any other way out... Ugh, not again.. // [[Go inside]] [[Ignore it and keep running]]

//James walks slowly, trying to avoid any vehicles when he's crossing. James looks around, should be an orphanage around him, if he correctly remembers...// //Then, he finally found one! James quickly goes there right away, and the orphanage thankfully still operating.// //As James stood in front of the door, he hesitantly knocked it, and of course, someone answered, a young, pretty lady. When she sees James, her expression shifted to concern and sadness, as she quickly takes him in to take care of him. And that's it, James starts to spend his days, weeks, months in the orphanage, getting along with the kids, and caretaker there...// //It's a pleasant feeling, as he slowly recovers from that incident, though he always feels a headache and dizziness randomly..// //(text-style:"tall")+(text-colour:gray)[But, why does the lamp looks] (text-style:"tall","rumble","blur")[weird?]// You got: (text-colour:yellow)+(text-style:"buoy","tall","smear")+(text-size:1.8)[GOOD ENDING](text-style:"blur","tall")+(text-size:1.8)+(text-colour:#5c5c5c)[?] Here's to restart: [[Unsettling beginning]] [[Unused morals]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_b379cf1a3e6a429a9986a19241a3b222.mp3"autoplay>

//James eventually goes into the room, he struggles to close the door, it's metal anyway, of course it'll be heavy, before James locked the door.// //Slowly, he stands back from the door to look around the room. Then, James's eyes landed on a machine looking like a huge tub with a lot of buttons and any others stuff there, and suddenly, James heard the bodyguards from outside, the sound is faint, yet noticeable. James panicked, seems like they know that James is inside.// //Seeing no other hiding spot, James just recklessly goes into the tub, as it closes, trapping James inside. The bodyguards are trying to break in to the room, while James panicked even more when he realized that he's trapped.// //James accidentally pressed a few buttons, activating the machine. James tries to break the tub, but it's clearly useless, as the machine starts its work. James feels dizzy, nauseous, as he feels like his body is being crushed.// [[*keep trying to get out*]]

//James: Okay, left it is!!// //James spoke to himself again, trying to keep himself grounded. He turned left, running through the dark hall, as he could still hear the bodyguards chasing him. Though, James almost tripped his own foot, stumbling for a moment, his body screamed for a break.// //James: Woah-! That was too close! Wait- an opened room!// //James quickly goes into the room, closing the door slowly before locking it. James slumped against the door, he just sits on the floor with his back leaned to the door. James could hear the bodyguards outside, fear and panic starts to flood in as he struggled to catch his breathe.// [[*stay quiet*]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0?ui=2&ik=4e347970af&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837430017276651220&th=197fdcdd976a26d4&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=197fdcd912c8382d77b1&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay>

//James: UGHH!! Lets just go right!// //James spoke to himself again, as he goes to the right hallway.// //James keeps running, but then he notices that there's no room or any hiding place, it's just a straight hall... Then, James tripped over his own foot because of how he got distracted, as he fell to the hard floor.// [[......]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0?ui=2&ik=4e347970af&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837430017276651220&th=197fdcdd976a26d4&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=197fdcd912c8382d77b1&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay>

//James decided to go to sleep, letting his exhaustion win. Little did he knows about a tall, messy figure, standing in front of the door to his room.// //It's a man, wearing a lab coat while looking pretty messed up, as he slowly enters the room James is in with a wide, empty eyes and a frown on his face. An (text-style:"tall")+(text-colour:#ec6a6a)[axe] is being held in his right hand.// (text-style:"blur","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:red)[SUCH A DISSAPOINTMENT.] [[. . . . . . . . .]]

//James chooses to ignore the room, and continues to run through the hall. James starts to feel exhausted, and he's already too late to stop, there's no place to rest nor hide now. James eventually stopped, seeing the windows and backdoor already locked. It's too late, isnt it?// //James: (text-style:"tall")[No! No, no, no, no!!!]... (text-style:"shudder")[Why did I]...-// //James looks over his shoulder, seeing the bodyguards cornering him, Tansk is also with them, looking at James with disapproval and dissatisfaction. Then, as the bodyguards lifted their guns to James, preparing to shoot, James sees his (text-style:"blur")[mom] and (text-style:"blur")[dad] behind Tansk, looking at him with such disappointment... James was being too reckless, too careless. Then...// (text-style:"tall","italic","shudder")[BANG!!] (text-style:"italic","blur","tall","fade-in-out")+(text-colour:#424242)[... Such a shame, you're too stubborn for your own good...] You got: (text-colour:red)+(text-style:"rumble","tall","smear")+(text-size:1.8)[BAD ENDING] Here's to restart: [[Unsettling beginning]] [[Unused morals]]

^^the scent... the scent of blood...^^ //James: What's that sound?.. Don't tell me that mom is crying in the kitchen...// //James mumbles under his breath quietly, despite his nonchalance, he feels a bit worried for his mother, it sounds like his mother is sobbing// [[Slowly approaches the kitchen]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.6&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803808053a1c155e06&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837544420318799827&th=198044ea201a67d3&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198044e4860ea837a7d1&zw"autoplay>

//James keeps walking with Tansk, but in a split second, everything suddenly goes black for James.// //(text-colour:#0f0f0f)[Tansk: Youre too] (text-style:"shudder")+(text-colour:#0f0f0f)[naive] (text-colour:#0f0f0f)[,boy...]// //(text-style:"bold","italic","blur","condense","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:#590a0a)[It has to be done... What can you do about it...?]// [[. . . . . ]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_118122f633db4d01b0e5b6b7fa092527.mp3"autoplay>

//James, despite his exhaustion and laziness, he remains awake. This is no place to be comfortable with, let alone sleeping here like this is some kind of cheap motel. James slowly sits up on the bed, the bed is actually pretty near to a wall, so James just curiously looks at his left side, just some disgusting, cold, and mossy wall. What did he expect?// [[Turn to look at the right side]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_118122f633db4d01b0e5b6b7fa092527.mp3"autoplay>

//Fear and sadness, guilt and despair, it's all mixed up in James's heart and mind. He stood there, while the old man pointed the shotgun to him, and then..// //Blood... It feels... Warm... He felt... Pain, helplessness... When James looked at the old man's face, he looks...// (text-style:"italic","subscript","blur","condense","tall","shudder")[FAMILIAR.] (text-colour:red)+(bg:white)[IT'S THE END, THERE'S NOTHING ELSE YOU COULD DO.] [[Try again]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay>

(text-style:"blur","rumble")[where are you going...?] //James: No... No! I can't leave- UGH!! MOM TOLD ME I NEED TO RUN. SO I ONLY NEED TO// (text-style:"tall","italic")[RUN!] //James speaks to himself, tears ran down from his red eyes, the way his parent laying motionlessly on the floor still haunts him, the only thing that matters to James now, is only saving himself by running as far as he could go.// [[. . .]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540182371755217&th=1980410f66c664d1&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980410974c37e7cf101&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542933724431105&th=19804390002c8301&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980438bb364284600e1&zw"autoplay>

//James keeps running, his pace quicken from the adrenaline, the door is about to close fully, but James knows that ne could make it in time. But suddenly, the bodyguards shoot him, not exactly, as smoke starts to form around James. Still, James keep running to the door, feeling a bit dizzy from the smoke. James feels his head suddenly become much lighter, as he stumbled, but he didn't fell, as James continues to heads to the door.// //Finally, James managed to escape... He managed to slip himself when the door almost closed completely, as he runs through the dark, snowy forest.// //James doesn't feel any pain or exhaustion when he runs, and James doesn't care, he just keeps running.// [[. . . . . .]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540182371755217&th=1980410f66c664d1&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980410974c37e7cf101&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542933724431105&th=19804390002c8301&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980438bb364284600e1&zw"autoplay>

//James look at the living room, though he couldn't really see what's inside the room. And he feels... Well, a bit curious as usual.// [[Just ignore it and go check the kitchen]]

//Here he is, the living room. It's so messy, like a fight just happened here. Though there's nothing else, it's just a messy room. But, wait, what is that?// ^^there are some... Ammos?..^^ [[Try to look at it]] [[Just ignore it and go check the kitchen]]

//Tansk: Haha, how funny. Such a smartass, arent you?// //Tansk replies sarcastically, and James, on the other hand, feels his body shivering and sweating from nervousness. What does this Tansk guy want? What's a 'smartass'? Is that a bad word?// //James: Uhm... What's a 'smartass'?.. Is that a bad word...?// //James asked in confusion and curiosity, while Tansk on the other hand...// //(text-style:"shudder","tall","bold")+(bg:#690000)+(text-colour:black)[SMILES.]// //Tansk: Ohh.... Such (text-style:"condense")+(text-colour:#e6e6a1)[innocence]...You really are a (text-style:"tall")[kid], aren't you...?// [[*stares with confusion*]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_118122f633db4d01b0e5b6b7fa092527.mp3"autoplay>

//(text-style:"subscript","tall","blink")[Why would you chose that?]// [[Unused morals]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay>

//Now, only one thing matters to James.// (text-style:"italic","tall")[RUN, ESCAPE.] //James rushed towards the front door, the old man shoots him, and thankfully James dodged it. He runs with his bare feet through the snowy forest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as tears start to fall down from his eyes. It's all so scarry and confusing.// [[Keep running]] ^^Mom... Dad...^^ <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540182371755217&th=1980410f66c664d1&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041097574e8906b2&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540182371755217&th=1980410f66c664d1&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980410974c37e7cf101&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837542933724431105&th=19804390002c8301&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=1980438bb364284600e1&zw"autoplay>

//James: Hey, mom? You alright in there..?-// //James asked as he stands in front of the kitchen, the only reaction he could make are just his eyes widening with shock and horror, his voice almost immediately gone when his words are already on the tip of his tongue.// (text-style:"rumble")[Father, on the floor, destroyed head, blood.] (text-style:"rumble")[Mother, on the floor, crying, covered with... Blood.] (text-style:"rumble")[Scary old man, bloodied shotgun.] (text-style:"bold","tall","shudder")+(text-colour:#ab1313)[Blood...] (text-style:"shudder","tall","bold","condense")+(text-colour:#6b0c0c)[BLOOD.] [[...]]

//James just stay still there, letting his own brain to process all of this mess. It's not fully because of that, though, James is just... A bit lazy, just a bit. He does remember what his mother said, there must be something good in a bad situation, or whatever that sentence is, James is not that good at remembering some advice that his mother gave to him randomly whenever they had times together.// //Now that James remembered that sentence, he feels even more guilty and sad when he remembered his own parents got killed right in front of his eyes, and now he's in a creepy, uncomfortable place without any way out. So, he decided to just... Well, sleep. Or should he just remain vigilant and stay awake?// [[Go to sleep]] [[Just stay awake]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_118122f633db4d01b0e5b6b7fa092527.mp3"autoplay>

(text-style:"blur","subscript")[You have chose to retry, you will start from the very beginning of the story.] [[Unsettling beginning]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.5&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803807fe8d9d029fe1&zw"autoplay>

//Once again, James's curiousity wins out, he slowly makes his way to examine the bullets. There are 3 bullets in total, and it seemed to be unused, though it all already scattered around the room, and it looked like some shotgun ammos.// //But, wait... Only 3 bullets? Didn't a shotgun needs more than that to reload? Well, it's not like James really knows about guns, so probably... He should just go check the kitchen, and ignore those bullets.// ^^what's happening..?^^ [[Just ignore it and go check the kitchen]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837544420318799827&th=198044ea201a67d3&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198044e4860ea837a7d1&zw"autoplay>

//Without anymore yapping or anything, James quickly shoved Tansk away, and go run away through the dark hall to find the exit while looking around.// //James didnt even bother to look at Tansk, as he just keep running. He could near some bodyguards chasing him, as James tries to quicken his pace.// //James: I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm (text-style:"tall")[dead!!!]// //James spoke to himself, as adrenaline starts to overwhelm him. As he keeps running, there are two different halls in front of him. Left, and right.// [[Go left]] [[Go right]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_3cec295928bd419593f44d85e0effb76.mp3"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837540774370378144&th=198041993ca481a0&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198041938bfd3478bd31&zw"autoplay>

//Then, James sighed, before looking at his right side.// //???: (text-colour:#a83838)+(text-style:"tall","shudder")[BOOO!!]// //James: (text-style:"tall","rumble")[AHHHH!!!!] WHAT THE (text-style:"rumble")[FF- FUDGE!!???]// //James practically jumped on the bed while widening his eyes in surprise, he feels his own heart stopped beating for a second. It's a doctor, a really messed up one, his voice sounded like that man who dragged him earlier in the forest. And the doctor then laughed at James for that kind of reaction, and also the fact that James was almost cursing. Even in this kind of situation, James still remembered his mother's advice to not curse, saying that James is still too young.// [[Watch the doctor laughing]]

(text-style:"blink")[.] (text-style:"blink")[.] // James slowly wakes up after a long sleep, seems like it's still midnight. He finds himself waking up on the bed in his parent's bedroom after he got sick for the past few days.// //James: Can't believe it could be that torturing... Who knows that some stupid cold would felt like that?-- He stops his own ramblings when he suddenly heard a gunshot from downstairs, and he's too curious for his own good.// [[Go check downstairs]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/56dc52_d263f3da267b410497f0c32b5d86c694.m4a"autoplay> <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1837544420318799827&th=198044ea201a67d3&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=198044e4860ea837a7d1&zw"autoplay>

//James slowly opens his eyes, just to see himself laying on a really uncomfortable bed. He tries to look around, the room he's in now looks like a prison, it's so small and mossy, it smells so bad. Well, atleast he got a room to rest for a bit, right?// //James: Wha-... Where am I?.. How did I even... Get here...?// //James feels dizzy, probably the aftermath of his fever just a few hours ago, or probably because he fell to the hard ground while running earlier. This is no fun, even if James could finally go out at night, this is NOT what James actually meant, he really needs to start to ask for something with a more specific condition and situation...// [[Stay still]]

//Yeah, this guy is crazy, James could see it from the way this doctor laughed, it's as if the doctor just commit a massacre and then laughed like a maniac. So, James just stare at the man in confusion and also fear, probably also with slight embarrassment too.// //???: (text-colour:#4a0000)[YOu CaN'T eVEN] (text-style:"tall")+(text-colour:#4a0000)[SWeAr!??!!??] (text-colour:#4a0020)[YoU gotta bE KiDdiNG me!!--](text-style:"superscript")[*cough, cough*]// //James stares at the doctor, this is awkward, REALLY awkward. This is getting a bit scary and confusing for James. He's just following his mother's advice, is that bad? Isn't that actually good? Does this scary doctor not following his mother's advice? That's weird... But, he needs to focus on staying alive here.// [[Act like the doctor is funny by also laughing awkwardly]] <audio src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/1?ui=2&ik=b0b6c90a4d&attid=0.3&permmsgid=msg-f:1837530677760149009&th=1980386a6fc6c611&view=att&disp=safe&realattid=19803808068fabdeaa27&zw"autoplay>

[[Unused morals]]