Converse With Thyself

Achilles twisted the doorknob, pushing the door. The creaking sound which sent chills down his spine lasted until the door was fully opened. The interior of the mysterious room that appeared out of nowhere made him frown slightly.

The room was built from crude brick walls that had signs of being worn down over time. The entire place was shrouded by a peculiar kind of darkness, one that was strangely alive. However, he could still see everything inside the room, including...

'What the fuck is he doing?'

At the wall in front of Achilles' eyes, a young man with pale skin — not in a good way — had two hands chained to the wall. The young man stared at him emotionlessly, he seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep.

Achilles lingered for a moment, unsure how to react properly at the sight. In the end, he could only say it bluntly:

"Kang, what the hell are you doing?"