eighty-six

The sound of Jisung's shoes on the concrete floor was loud in the suffocating silence of the night. His heartbeat sped up, frantic and nervous like that of a hare running from a lion.

He did not have a good feeling about this, and he was sure that it was a stupid idea to come here in the middle of the night. The darkness that shrouded him was frightening.

Minho flooded the hallways with soft warm light that chased the darkness away. However, what he uncovered was not something that Jisung desired to see.

Perhaps he would've even preferred the darkness over this. They were faced with the unsettling sight of curses and odd symbols written on the peeling wallpaper.

Sensing a sinister aura, Jisung drew in a breath, quivering in fear and stumbling backward. Terrified, he clung to Minho and embraced his back tightly.  "I want to leave. Let's go outside," he whispered.

"That's fine. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's not worth the trouble when you aren't feeling well," Minho replied and held his hand as they turned back to the entrance in order to leave. They didn't get very far though.

"No. No, no, no," Jisung whispered frantically. His eyes widened as he slowly came to realization. His stomach dropped, terror causing him to shudder. The door was gone.

Their way out of the building had just vanished in the blink of an eye without them noticing. They were staring at a solid wall with a large symbol on it. It looked similar to an eye, and it unsettled Jisung.

"Where's the exit?" He breathed, shaking like a leaf. His eyes wandered off every direction. But there was not a single exit to be found.

Minho glared at the wall with bright red eyes, clenching his hand into a fist when he recognized the symbol decorated on it. "It was a trap. We walked right into a trap," he snarled. "Fuck, whoever made this knows what they're doing. I did not notice the spell at all."

"Please tell me you can get us out of here," Jisung said fearfully.

"There is only one way. We need to find the person who created this trap. Only they can undo the spell," he muttered darkly. "I'm guessing they are waiting for us somewhere in here."

"Oh please no," Jisung mumbled, nervously rubbing his arms. He had seldom felt this uncomfortable—right now, all of his instincts were telling him to flee, but he couldn't. There was nowhere to run.

"Jeongin... he's suspicious," Minho growled. "He was the one who suggested to come here... and he was the one who wanted you to go inside alone. I bet this trap was set up by him."

Jisung couldn't believe it. "What are you saying? He's your friend and-"

"So what?" Minho cut him off. "It's not that hard to manipulate a demon with magic. Especially not when you are a blood mage." He sighed and they both fell silent as dread pooled in their stomach.

To be continued...

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