prologue

Seven teenage boys were gathered around a rectangular table, speaking in hushed tones. Despite whispering, Y/n could still hear their voices clear as day, as though the males were speaking through a microphone.

Whenever Y/n tried to focus on a particular boy's face, it would blur. Not being able to see the faces of the boys made her curious and listen in on their conversation.

"We have no choice, boys. To get to the... mortal, this is the only way," Boy One said. He had a deep voice and a calming tilt to it, yet... The way he said the word 'mortal' had a slight shift in tone. Was that... disgust?

"But Hyung, her whole world? Are you sure you're strong enough to do that? You're only an Earth elementalist..." Boy Two had a gentle and caring tone, and his voice, oh God, it was light and airy. If Y/n had to guess who the voice belonged to, she would probably say an angel.

Boy One's deep voice replied, "I know. But then again, being the son of a mentalist also has its perks. We'll move the duo to another dimension temporarily, until we are done."

Dimension? What the fuck? And mentalist? Oh my fucking God is he some dude gone bonkers? Y/n's thoughts were a disorganized frenzy.

"Is she dreaming right now?" Boy Three seemed to had a low voice, yet a high tilt at the end. Damn, high notes are probably his specialty, Y/n thought.

From the rectangular table, a short boy stood and sniffed the air. "As a matter of fact, I feel a presence. Don't you all? We have an... intruder, you could say. The mortal is listening to us this very moment."

That boy was definitely none of the previous three boys. His voice had an edge like steel, yet a hint of a volcano about to erupt. His words were just a simple remark, yet they sounded full of spite.

"Pity... Pity... The poor thing," Boy Five said. His voice was a definite contrast from the 'volcano boy'. He sounded happy even though he was saying a sentence of pity. He was most likely grinning. No- he most definitely was grinning.

"Well, it's time to get her out of her dream," Boy Six said. His voice was a tad bit weaker, in a way.

"Golly! It's already a hound past the witching hour!" Boy Seven said. His voice was deep, much deeper than Boy One's. His voice was playful, yet serious.

Hound? Witching hour?

Boy Seven stood up, and appeared right in front of Y/n's vision.

This time, Y/n saw the last boy's eyes. Just his eyes. He had beautiful liquid silver eyes, mercury, to be exact. He swiped a hand past Y/n, and the vision shattered.

She also heard the shatter of seven million glasses. A shatter so loud, it wasn't even a shatter. It was simply a deafening sound.

It was the sound of two worlds torn.

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