Dare I open the door and unlock the mystery of this place?
Or dare I flee?
Uncertainty was all I knew. . .
What lurked behind the entrance of the black glass doors?
Where would it bring me?
Shall I venture face to face with my fear?
Alas! I slipped the cold key inside and turned it.
Click, went the lock.
And, in a moment, I found myself in a dark shadow.
Unaware of what danger lay before me,
I walked to the edge of the room where the floor fell into fog.
What the hell?
Could this be a burden of my imagination?
I am clueless.
That was it.
This is a journal of a madman!!!
The fog turned red and the night had begun . . .
The shadow of death pursued me,
As I went down to the dreaded end. . .
Number three, of the chosen ones
Written on the black glass door with blood:
Agony and sorrow shall fill your heart,
The feeling of loss will never part