He held his head in his hands and kept walking forward.
The voices he had been hearing lately were becoming more than just sounds.
Randomly appearing silhouettes, suddenly all eyes turning toward him these were only some of the strange things happening.
When he went to the doctor with his family, the doctor told him that if the voices got stronger, he should go to a certain place. But he couldn't do that.
This young man, who already caused trouble for his family, had too much pride. He never would at least, not until now.
Because of the deadly headache, he had already started to stumble.
But the place he needed to reach was behind the building across the street.
If he could hold on a little longer, maybe he could make it.
Suddenly, his vision started to darken.
He dropped to his knees and pressed his head between his hands like he wanted to crush it as if his enemy was inside.
His eyes darkened even more, then suddenly he heard a voice.
"Hold on a little longer…"