Clank!

  He could still hear it.

  Clank!

  The sounds of bangs beyond the Coffin. Whatever it was, it was desperately trying to break in.

  With every bang, the Coffin stood with crescendos of vibrating motion, with the increase in power after each one.

  William, whose thoughts are yet to be cleared from his previous mind's constant turmoil that lingered continuously in his mind, adding a feast of yet another turmoil from the mysterious bangs beyond his Coffin.

  He was stressed—no, a mental breakdown would be a better description of this matter.

  Thus, his remarkable ability to think and deduce any situation had now rendered useless as of now.

  Right now, he could do—no, he could not think of doing nothing more than supporting the roof of the Coffin with his hands.

  Clank!

  Clank!

  Clank!

  It's Bangs, tarnished, as if it had deemed itself a barging door.

  William covered his thoughts with one word, and one word only:

  "Stop it! stop it! stop it! stop it! stop it! stop it! stop it..."

  "..."

  It went silent. The echoed bangs that once weaved the space around the Coffin had Vanished. No, it was as if it had followed his orders to stop.

  Little by little, he opened the Coffin from the inside.

  Outside, he could see nothing but the fog filled grave, the grave where he was once and once again ressurected.

  Shaaa

  He Heard it once more.

  Shaaa

  The whispers that revealed itself just before the seeking eyes appear.

  Thus, with no further hesitation, he rallied his thoughts along with his feet towards a place he had been to before. A place that had killed him for the very first time.

  Yes... It was a place where fragments of his death were of naught though lingered beyond the matters of time.

  ...

  After a while, William had finally arrived at the village he had once soughted upon. A place where he would undoubtably refer as a deaath place to go to.

  The rots of metals that dimmed the very light of even the closest distance, moisting yet mudfull ground of endless sink, and fog-filled air along with molding wood of broken Wood.

  Yes... He had remembered it all too well. Even after dying yet again, this was the place he had encountered his first "death" after arriving here. He had still remember it's alluring green light at the the the very center of this village, the flames guarded by an uncanny creature.

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  Ofcourse, though not too fathomable, aching thoughts of it's piercing hands scowered on about through his mind as if a taking of breath.

  Had he became to fond of this sort of endeavors?

  Merely, as though his body reflected a chilvalrous stature, it was nothing more than a mere display of a tale of knight, though in reality, his mind had vented towards an ever-turmoil state at even the very sight of a simple scare.

  Though right now, what he needed to face was an inevitable path of constant horrors. What's worse is that he was not fond of the world he's currently in, the place that held the name "Evernight" that for some forsaken reason granted him a go-to-pass which he himself had not agreed upon nor knew about.

  He retracted his gaze along with his thoughts towards the rotting village before him once more.

  He pointed his thoughts towards a single house of mold that stood not too far from the green flames.

  It was the house where he had obtained the Notebook, necklace, along with a bullet-filled gun—a revolver, to be exact.

  Ofcourse, he wouldn't have forgotten "it".

  The creature that smiles.

  Yes... If time had followed it's premise, then even means of neglection would not be a choice, he would have to face "it" once again.

  A few moments later, he had finally obtained the three items that he had intended to get his hands on.

  As of now, there were no signs of the smiling creatures that had once lurked beyond the facade of pitch-black room beside his.

  Click

  His hands were in tatters of control as he desperately grasp it's handle as tightly as he could.

  An unseeming doubt and thoughts weaved like winds of high mountains, dispersing at a moments notice.

  His gaze had fixated towards the next room's door edge. Brimed in darkness in desparity of light by mourns of silence. It had yet awoken nor weaved anything beyond it's grasp. However, it did not mean that it had nothing amist it.

  William's thoughts stood in steadfast in regards of his resolute:

  'i'll kill it! I can't just keep dying! I need to kill it!'

  His thoughts had courted towards the peak of sanity. A broad cliff-edge that reaks of Insanity beyond it as an endless yet seemingly blissfull void of alternative relieve from the human mind and soul.

  Though the soul could not be deemed as the mind, the mind could be deemed as the soul.

  Thus, a soul follows the mind of even the most minors of singularity that would fall as deep as the mind could degree.

  However, a mind itself is not the end of it, it's is ruled by a simple word of "Hope" along with promise yet wishes of "certainty".

  Therefore, William's body had now become a puppet of strings of mind and woven by the unseeking hands of "hope".

  It had yet become an apparent logical of one's mind in his world. However, in this world, a simple thought are reality's parasites. It was only by those means that these "supernatural abilities" had deemed itself an existance to this world.

  Perhaps it was the work of the Evernight Goddess; a hint of mystery along with the immense union between this unknown nature and the human mind.

  Hence, as William's mind has now become fixated towards an uncertain fear that followed by the "overcoming" of those fear.

  Reality had now came on his side.

  However, neither he or fate had knew this.

  He was a man who appeared in this world without even a warning, therefore, his knowledge was of that of a new born; only grasping the thristing path of knowledge.

  As for Fate, it would simply be impossible. Since the realm of the "Dream fog" transcende the realm of Fate's orders, changed by the concept of one's mind and imagination.

  But ofcourse, that would only be possible through the revetities of the either the "Singulus Dream Fog" which revered to as a singularity of the mind, a dream that captures and considered one's mind as a concept of "It's" world when the dream fog he is currently in, is the "Unem Dream Fog", a dream fog that unites the mind of one and another as a realm of concept created by it.

  But then again, William did not know about this. However, he had thought that fate had not been in his side, or so he exclaimed towards himself.

  William slowly walked towards the open door beside him while walking as slow as he could.

  His revolver pointed towards the front as he stretched his hands towards it.

  Then, he slowly retracted his gaze as it rested towards the empty space before him.

  'so 'it' is not here...'

  Has his hypothesis of "Regression" been a false thought? He asked himself, doubting his previous thoughts of his "Resurrection".

  Perhaps it was merely a simple resurrection, nothing more.

  "..."

  Then, at his shoulder he felt a slight touch.

  It was subtle and soft yet able to switch his mind's turmoil into motion once more.

  At hat moment, he had felt it. That-

  'it's behind me...'