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  Fear, it lingered within his mind and heart like skin and flesh, grasping for air as he desperately ran through the biting cold mist that had seemed to have now traveled within the village.

  His heart, racing fast as if he was exhausted—he was, but that didn't matter right now, as he wanted to flee, flee from the smiling figure that he had seen.

  He couldn't forget the feeling he had the moment he Saw "it". It's smile was wide—too wide—Stretching impossibly far throughout it's face.

  Then, as he felt like he had ran far enough, atleast enough for "it" to not find him, he took a breather, leaning on one of the Walls belonging to a slim Alleyway as he continued to grasp for air, his hand clutched his chest, gripping it's soft fabric as if he had a heart attack.

  It's nauseating scent that weaved the Alley way completed with rotting carcusses only Made it worse.

  Right now, he had no Will to assess the situation, nor did he have the Will to even move an inch from where he was standing. Why? Because it was the only place that he deemed "safe" eversince he arrived.

  He began to wonder 'was this what made those students so scared? Did they managed to complete it? Or did they fail?'

  Thoughts regarding the students faces and expression had suddenly appeared in his mind with some having the face of regret and failure. He eventually asked himself:

  "What if i fail?" He mumbled breathlessly.

  Fweet!

  A high and long whistle appeared from the rare. William sub-conciously readied the pistol, holding it with both of his hands.

  William's heartbeat began to beat faster, so fast as if it could explode.

  Calming himself, he took a deep breath followed by a calming exhale. His body was atleast calmer than before.

  Then, while recollecting his mind, the sound of the mysterious high whistle continued to transition higher and higher. It's sound became so loud that it could cause one's eardrum to burst.

  Despite this, William was able to endure—no, he forced himself to endure it. Not only to keep his composure, but also to survive.

  Then, as if forcing himself, his shaking leg began to walk—walking out of the slim alleyway as far as he could until he was finally Freed from the abnormally high whistle.

  He had only one objective in mind:

  'find the light! Find the light!'

  The reason he had came into this village was because of the light itself, the light that showed itself within the endless fog of darkness. He had previously seen it as a hope, but now he sees it as an objective. Moreover, it was mentioned on the Notebook itself.

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  At this point, he was relying on hope—no, he was relying on luck, his luck.

  As he rushed towards the bright light, he had arrived at the center of the village, or atleast somewhere near it.

  There, he gazed upon the tall green flame that stood over thirty-feet tall with spiralling flames that heaved it's auburn rust that envied the wind's sailing thrust. It's appearence was aluring, almost too aluring as if seeing it's naturally seeking attention, as if it was trying to escape.

  William was captivated, to say the least. Wheather it'd be a spell or even a curse, it was intriguing—no, it was addicting, addicting enough for William to forget all his problem and even the reason he was here.

  Then he snapped

  "!!"

  Snapped out from the calming state from the flames he was fixated with.

  With a sudden realization regarding the situation, he turned his head back to face the brigade of houses once again.

  He had realized that this aluring flame was a distraction, a distraction full of addiction.

  In a world full of darkness and mysteries they don't know, only light is envied within it.

  However, he still had to take the flames.

  William's eyes scanned his surroundings until his gaze finally settled on the extinguished torch that had been laying on the ground as if unneeded.

  With it, he ignited it once more, now holding the mysterious green flame in his hands.

  It took all he had to not be alured by the flames once more. By now, he had realized this was a spell, a spell that Made him alured on the flame.

  "Now all that's left to do is-"

  Slash

  A Sharp pain seared through him, his vision blurred as Crimson splattered across the ground. His arm... Was gone.

  His eyes, widened at the scene.

  His mind—spiralled into turmoil—some thoughts screamed at him to run, while some desperately clung to doubt.

  It was a scene that he had never felt before, a scene that he had never Experienced before.

  The pain from his arm had finally kicked in.

  Screaming from pain, he held his severed arm with his left while on his knees and his body leaning on the moistfull ground, trying to atleast relief the pain in his arms.

  But alas, his time had come as a tall uncanny figure that stood it's height with it's twisted legs and arms that held long sature over it's claws. It's face, with wide eyes that stretched beyond it's boundries along with it's unyielding lips. It's body was frail and colored dark brown as if it were burns. It's figure, shadowed by the flames raging motion.

  Lying on the ground, William looked up at the frail figure. His mind was consumed by one thing—fear. A fear that whispered: "your death is near".

  By now, tears had traveled down his cheeks and chin, His face covered with his own blood, and his eyes resembles that of a coward.

  Then, as if trying to escape, he thrusted his leg to gain a distance over him and the figure before him and dashing with all his might, preaching every hope for his survival.

  But even then, he suddenly fell, embracing the moistfull ground beneath him.

  'wha- huh?'

  He was sure he ran—no, he knew that he ran, ran as fast as he could.

  He slowly looked towards his leg, only to see more gushes of blood as he realized that his leg was no longer attached to his body.

  Once again, he screamed in pain, he looses more blood by the second.

  It was excrutiatimg, excrutiating enough for him to breath heavily as the the frail figure got closer to him.

  Before he was able to Scream, teh figure sawyed his hands, slashing William's vocal chords while still keeping him alive.

  Red strains began to revealed itself within William's dying eyes as he was drowning within the very depths of fear.

  "i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  i don't want to die!

  I DONT WANT TO DIE!"

  The thought pounded in his Skull, drowning out everything else—his pain, his plan—all of them.

  At that moment, he knew he had no hope of surviving.

  Gush.

  Then, In mere second, the figure thrusted it's claws through William's chest, Marking his death.

  Or rather... His first death...