Uh. I unlashed my eyes and noticed myself carried on a familiar back; it was of joong han. It seemed like he was not facing any difficulty of carrying a person on his back but as I was looking at him, I noticed a shallow but cavernous cut on his left shoulder which did not seemed to have clotted. I gave out a yawn, and he instantly peaked above to secure if I was awake. "It's been a while since we met last time, how were you doing joong?" I asked in a curious way. Yeah, it has been a while, but don't worry I didn't die with the betrayal, I was quiet fine actually huh", he said in a way that actually hurt both of us. This response was quiet a hard one to respond, as it seemed like he hadn't let go of the past and holding grudges against but at the same time, looked like he moved on. But for me, I don't think that I have forgotten it, rather I felt guilt, a guilty of not trusting him but my company. It's another type of hurtful pain that cannot be described or washed away with just simple words."I um actually resigned from the job a long time ago" (western medicine medical department of Russia) I said in a plain and unsure way. He smirked and did not reply. "By the way, where are we heading? And where did we come from?" I asked. "We just came out of the macchiato clora building and heading towards the nearest hotel to take some rest". After a few hours of piggyback, we reached the hotel, I said in a cheerful voice while making a sadistic face, "Oh you should de-infect your wound with some alcohol or something" but Wow! He just offended my pride by replying, "Don't worry about me because we are no more then just strangers".( A moment of awkward silence between us, the pressure was making me feel numb, it was uhh utterly embarrassing). There was only one assumption revolving around my head, "why is being so detached?perhaps, he might be feeling uncomfortable around me". By the way, we entered the hotel, the people gave an eerie vibe. Not lively at all, instead, more fungible to mourning. Their faces squeezed to welcome us. I quickly Shaked joongs hand and whispered in his ear," is it just me or it seems like something abnormal is taking space here? This fog everywhere has a strange texture just like I felt in the macchiato building!" , " Yeah, I felt it too when I was there but, it has no link with this hotel". It was without any doubt incoherent, and it made us even more inquisitive to investigate. Not knowing what the future reserved for us; we went into our booked rooms. The smoke took larger portion of the room but as our eyes moved through specific items, we came across a tapped wall. It was notably outlandish and as we revealed what was hiding behind it, there was a blood mark."Uh! Shit, the smell is disgusting, I'm about to throw up" I spilled while taking a step backwards. Joong stepped forward and checked what the situation might be. "It's still wet, maybe it happened recently" he said while spinning his head looking for more evidence but all we could see was just it. I went outside to check the services and people, but the last floor was empty as if everyone just disappeared in a blink of an eye. That's quiet eccentric, but as I walked towards the last floor at the right, the room had red lights on, and the same type of smoke was lurking inside it. I wonder it was quiet weird and absurd, so I walked inside it. There were some coffins inside the room and a table on which a bloody unclotted arm was lying, "uh! Oh my god Jesus! What the hell is this? No way, I have to,I have to get out of here real quick. As I was on my way back, the door suddenly started to move the opposite way as if someone was closing. I ran towards it but it was too late and the door got locked. I started hearing banging and screaming noises. "Oh shit! The heck, joong? Joong, can you hear me" I screamed loudly as the fear started to boil up in my body. "Please someone" As I stared back into the red light and the coffin room while sobbing."I..I'm scared", my trauma started to take over me."Ah, no, no, no please stop!" I started to weep tears, they keep rolling down my face, at this point nothing worse could happen as I started to hear the doors of the coffins opening.
End of chapter 2;