In the void, Mikel gasped for air.
"Hah..." he choked, hearing nothing but silence.
The voices had vanished. Now, only silence remained—deeper, more deafening than a scream, and more suffocating. Yet, his heart burned despite the lack of air.
Everything in his life flashed before him...
That female ghost saluting him for no reason, and then her last smile.
That male ghost charging at the man despite knowing he never stood a chance.
The union. The cake. The incense. The absurd dignity of it all.
His home…
His fate…
His life…
He couldn't accept it.
His heart burned—not with life, but with defiance and anger.
He rejected death itself.
He couldn't die like this.
Not without taking those two with him.
Are you sure?
His chest tightened at the thought. It wasn't a voice or a sound, not even his own thought. But somehow, the question rang clear within the silence.
"Doom?" he rasped, looking up at the void that stretched endlessly above him.
