My words didnât seem to sit very well with the others. While some were still trying to catch their breath after nearly plunging into the abyss before us, bracing themselves on trembling knees, others narrowed their eyes, straining to see something, anything, beyond the absolute darkness below.
No sound echoed back, no shape revealed itself. There was only a deep, silent void. I have to say, the sight was anything but inviting, more like an open invitation to ruin.
âOh! How awesome!â Rupert remarked, wearing a crooked grin and barely concealed sarcasm: âIâve always wanted to try bungee jumping anyway... so why not now?â He shot a quick glance toward the abyss before adding: âRight into a canyon with no visible bottom, which definitely doesnât scream danger at allâ
No one responded to Rupertâs words. Still, it was impossible not to notice the discomfort written all over their faces. The mere thought of leaping into a pitch-black abyss made stomachs churn and the air feel heavier. The silence that followed spoke louder than any spoken objection.
That said, there really wasnât a choice. Either we jumped into the unknown, relying solely on instinct and luck, or we faced that immortal lunatic again, an enemy whose attacks, in some twisted way, rebounded onto me with the same brutal force. As if that werenât bad enough, Tenebrya was down there... probably.
âAre you really sure about this?â Arthur asked beside me, tilting his head slightly. His voice was low, carrying a poorly concealed confusion as his eyes scanned the emptiness ahead: âThat sheâs... down there?â
I nodded without saying a word. Arthur remained thoughtful, eyes locked on the darkness below as if silently forming some theory, most likely something related to Tenebrya. I had no idea what was going through his mind. Still, I decided not to worry about it. At least, not right now.
âIâll admit Iâm not exactly great at giving adviceâ Victor began, rubbing the back of his neck while staring into the abyss: âBut Iâm pretty sure jumping into that terrifying canyon is a terrible ideaâ He paused briefly, frowning as if a chill had run down his spine: âThatâs what my instincts are telling meâ he finished, an odd mix of apprehension and distrust etched across his face.
Victorâs words were followed by footsteps coming from behind us. Instantly, several pairs of eyes snapped toward the sound, weapons raised and aimed directly at its source.
For a few seconds, a heavy, suffocating silence settled in, until the owner of the footsteps finally emerged. It was the same man. Plain-looking, almost forgettable, wearing glasses that gave him a nerdy, or something close to it, appearance. The kind of person who would normally fade into the background of a crowd.
Yet the knife remained steady in his hand, its blade faintly reflecting the little light around us. His eyes were still empty, cold, and fixed squarely on me.
I wonât lie, it was deeply unsettling to be stared at with such intensity, as if he were trying to pierce straight through my skin with nothing but his gaze.
âHe seems to have a particularly strong interest in youâ Arthur commented beside me. He studied my profile from the corner of his eye, attentive to every reaction, wearing an analytical, cautious look, as though trying to decipher something I myself hadnât yet noticed.
(Really? I hadnât noticed until now) I replied, directing the thought specifically at him, a faint smile laced with irony: (Should I be feeling flattered?)
Arthur gave a wry smile in response. Then we both turned our attention back to the human holding the knife. I noticed his eyes studying us carefully, scanning every detail, but inevitably, after a few seconds, they always returned to me.
Up until that moment, I still couldnât understand what exactly this guy wanted. And honestly, who was the bastard that thought itâd be funny to pull a sick prank like this, putting a killer in my path whom I simply canât kill? Seriously... the situation is so absurdly ironic that I donât even know what to think about it.
âI donât know why he seems so hesitant now... Heâs acting very differently from beforeâ Victor remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he analyzed the man in front of us.
âYou meanâ Rupert began, wearing a crooked grin and a voice dripping with irony: âwhen he was trying to kill us with a knife?â He made a vague gesture with his hand, as if it were trivial: âYeah, I agreeâ he continued, rolling his eyes: âHeâs acting really weird now... especially since heâs not trying to do thatâ The last part came out as a low mutter, almost to himself, as Rupert crossed his arms in visible irritation.
I ignored Rupertâs muttering and focused all my attention on the man before me. As always, the more I watched him, the more familiar he seemed. His features, his posture, even the way he held his gaze, everything stirred an unsettling sense of recognition.
At that point, I wasnât even trying to deny it anymore. I definitely knew him. I didnât know from where, or how, much less why. It was simply a quiet, persistent certainty, hammering away in my mind, that at some point in the past, our paths had already crossed.
(Somehow...) I began, catching Victorâs attention. Rupert was Arthur to me, others probably heard it too, but they were far too busy staring at a terrifying lunatic holding a knife to bother paying attention to me: (He looks familiar... somehow)
Arthur parted his lips slightly, as if searching for the right words. A flicker of understanding crossed his gaze, making his eyes shine for a brief moment before he finally asked, his voice low and heavy with caution: âYou... recognize him?â
Still skeptical, I nodded in silence, confirming his thought. Arthurâs eyes widened just a little, and he began shifting his gaze between me and the armed man in front of us. I wasnât entirely sure why he was doing it, but I had the distinct sense that he had realized something, and apparently, I wasnât the only one who noticed the change.
âWhat is it?â Victor asked, casting Arthur a sharp sideways glance: âDid you figure something out?â
Arthur nodded slowly, though his expression carried the same disbelief I felt. When his lips finally moved and the words left his mouth, the sound seemed to echo through the area. The place fell into absolute silence, and by silence, I mean something beyond the mere absence of noise. Even the breathing around us seemed to stop: âI think... I think that man is the
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I felt dozens of piercing stares turn toward me, looks filled with confusion, disbelief, and above all, skepticism. The air itself seemed heavier under that silent scrutiny. Arthur appeared to notice the collective reaction and hurried to correct himself... or almost.
âOf course, I mean mentallyâ he said quickly, nearly tripping over his own words. After a brief pause, his voice steadied, calmer and more controlled as he continued: âThat man was most likely created within the subconscious of the
A heavy silence settled over the area for several seconds, as though even the air hesitated to move. Then Rupert broke the quiet with a soft sigh, tilting his head to the side before commenting: âWell... that definitely explains a lotâ
With that, Rupert turned to me and studied me in silence for a few seconds, his head slightly tilted as if assessing me from top to bottom. Wearing an expression that mixed genuine curiosity with a hint of irony, he finally asked: âWhy a nerd holding a knife? Thatâs... weirdly normal?â
I wasnât sure what he was trying to imply, but I felt like I should be offended by that. Could I hit him already? The thought crossed my mind for a moment.
Either way, I ignored him and focused on what Arthur had said. And... I had to admit, it made sense. Maybe that really had been what I looked like back when I was human.
I knew I was plain. That had never been a problem. But even by my own standards, this was plain times two. Literally.
âSo...â Rupert began again, pulling me out of my thoughts as he crossed his arms and cast a wary glance toward the abyss behind us: âDoes anyone here have a brilliant idea that doesnât involve... jumping into a creepy, apparently bottomless canyon?â
I turned my gaze toward Rupert, and the instant he looked back at me, I let my lips move into something that could almost be called a smile. It wasnât warm. It wasnât friendly. Just subtle. Calculated.
Rupertâs body tensed the moment our eyes met, as if a chill had run straight down his spine. His eyes widened briefly before he muttered, his voice tight: âCreepyâ
I shrugged: (I figured as much)
While we were distracted with each other, the man stepped forward. Everyoneâs attention snapped back to him. Then he took another step.
Instinctively, we all retreated at the same time, edging even closer to the abyss. It was obvious that everyone wanted to shoot, but it was just as obvious why they hesitated. Any shot could end up hitting me instead.
This silent exchange of steps continued for a while, slow and suffocating, until there was nowhere left to retreat. We were standing right at the edge of the canyon. One more step back, and we would truly plunge into the darkness below, toward an infinite, oppressive void.
âWhat do we do now?â Rupert asked again.
I felt Victorâs gaze settle heavily on me. He was clearly waiting for some kind of reaction. In silent response, I looked past them, toward the canyon stretching out behind us, carving through the land as far as the eye could see.
Its jagged walls dropped into an abyss of uncertain depth, where the bottom seemed to vanish into endless emptiness, as though the earth itself had been torn open there.
âI canât believe Iâm saying this...â Rupert muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stared into the abyss ahead of us: âBut I think jumping down there is our best shot. Thereâs no point shooting that thing if it can regenerate indefinitely... and we canât keep running foreverâ
Everyone seemed to share the same unspoken understanding, silently agreeing with Rupertâs conclusion. Still, that didnât make the idea any easier, to leap into the terrifying abyss yawning just behind us, dark and impossibly deep.