My Tokusho Life Simulation

The water droplets are not dense and fall slowly.

Luther turned around instinctively, trying to look behind him.

If he came here personally, then there must be a way back behind him.

"This..."

Luther showed doubts on his face, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

There was no way behind him, only a damp black brick wall.

He turned back again, looking at the road ahead which could only be seen for a few meters.

The crisp sound of the chains colliding came to my ears.

At a glance, there is no end in sight.

If he takes a step forward, what awaits him is likely to be an endless road of no return.

So, do you really want to go?

Such a strange idea emerged in Luther's mind.

But he felt that this idea was completely incompatible with him.

He wouldn't think so.

Since there is only one way to go, keep moving forward, who cares whether it has an end or whether it can turn back.

It would be gratifying if there was an end, but even if there wasn't, he didn't care.

But he didn't have the only option of moving forward.

OK to stay here.

What's the point of moving forward?

Such weird thoughts still flowed out one after another, but to the red-eyed person, they seemed to fall on deaf ears.

He didn't care about it.

So Luther took a step forward, stepping barefoot on the wet bricks.

When the moss is trampled, sticky water is squeezed out.

Crash, clatter.

The sound of chains kept coming.

Luther lowered his head, and what caught his eyes was the dangling silver shackles. Two chains stretched out and disappeared into the darkness behind him.

He tugged, and it felt quite firm.

Maybe it won't be long before he reaches the end of the shackles and is forced to stay where he is.

Conflicting thoughts that would never have come to mind again.

"What do you think about so much, just go on."

Luther talked to himself and smiled softly.

There will be an end to the chain, and the answer will naturally be revealed when you can't move at all, and you can't even take a step.

The road ahead of the dark and damp tunnel shook slightly, as if something was approaching.

"Go forward until you can stop."

Thus, a hoarse voice suddenly visited, echoing in the dark and damp.

He seemed to be guiding something.

"You don't need to tell me, I will go on naturally."

Luther spoke slowly, his red eyes remained unmoved, and the strange idea of ​​escaping and retreating, or even stopping there, could not subvert his will at all.

"I will keep walking, but only because I want to go, not because I heard you."

He took another step.

Step by step.

Walking repeatedly and mechanically.

In the dark tunnel, the sun and the moon cannot be seen, and the time cannot be clearly defined, and the concept of time seems to have never existed.

Gradually, Luther didn't know how long and how many steps he walked.

This process is actually very boring.

But the corner of the young man's mouth was always upturned, he was smiling, and he seemed to be enjoying it all the time.

For him, this is not boring, but quite interesting.

The wet feeling disappeared at some point.

Breathing is no longer difficult, and the feeling of chest tightness has also gone, leaving no nostalgia.

In this way, Luther came to the end of the tunnel.

He stopped where he was, and the scenery reflected in his crimson eyes was a prison that had been deserted for a long time.

"Oh?"

Curious eyes glanced over, and the uninhabited prison was piled up and down, and the dense spider webs showed that this place has become a paradise for "little animals".

He walked through dozens of prisons in a row, but there was no one in them.

But the traces of life and the accumulation of sundries show that someone has existed here.

But now, 'they' have disappeared.

But there is also a possibility.

— There have never been any prisoners here at all.

In the end, Luther naturally came to the end of the empty cell.

In front of him stands a door, which seems to be the only way to the outside world.

"..."

Luther remained silent, and did not push the door hastily.

I haven't seen the light for so long, and I don't care about the minutes and seconds.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, tapped twice, and said, "Is anyone there?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from the door.

"In this case, I will open it myself. If you feel offended, I apologize here in advance. I must open this door."

As the young man said, he reached out and grabbed the rusty iron doorknob.

A rough touch came, followed by a pungent rust smell.

The doorknob was hot, like a fire was burning.

Click, turn.

There was a piercing creaking sound from the rotting hinges.

With the door open, there is no light, let alone wind, and there is only darkness with no end in sight.

— This is not an exit at all.

"really."

Luther smiled lightly, not discouraged, but stepped into it.

More darkness greeted the eyes, and the heat rushed to the face, making people very hot.

But this time, there was no way for him to go.

Walking into that room, just two or three steps, Luther reached the end.

What he saw was not a door, nor a brick wall, but the bars of a prison.

——And, there seems to be something in it.

That's someone who can't see clearly.

He closed his eyes tightly, his chest didn't rise and fall, like a dead person.

The chains extended from the wall, binding the limbs of the invisible figure, and hoisting him up.

The place where the shackles touched the wrist was already burning red.

The hot and dry dizziness seems to be here.

Suddenly, the blurry figure slowly opened its eyes.

"Are you ready?"

He spoke hoarsely, his scarlet eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Then, he smiled ferociously.

The corners of the grinning mouth formed a beautiful and frightening crescent moon shape.

Luther sank his hand.

He lowered his head and opened his palms.

The long, narrow key had no teeth, like a poorly made club.

But Luther felt that it was like a torch.

As long as you poke into the lock cylinder and turn it, it will ignite.

"Hey, don't keep silent, at least give me an answer? Let it go, or not?"

The hoarse words were full of traces of smiles.

Luther still didn't reply, he remained silent.

It seems that even saying a word to him is an act that should not be done.

"Let me tell you, sometimes, even silence is meaningless."

The figure was not in a hurry or angry, and his 'kind' smirk did not mean showing favor.

"Feel it? The warmth from the abdomen."

Hearing this, Luther touched his lower abdomen.

What he said was right, ever since waking up here, there has been a warm current entrenched in it.

It's like hugging a hot water bottle, very comfortable.

This feeling is spreading to his whole body.

"We will meet again soon, and at that time, your silence is completely meaningless."

After the words fell, Luther picked up the key with a hesitant expression.

Then, under the gaze of the figure, it slowly stretched towards the keyhole of the prison door.

"Do you understand?"

The figure froze for a moment, then laughed again.

But just as the key was about to be sent in, Luther turned around and threw it hard.

Whoosh.

The key disappeared into the darkness behind him.

Like an excellent mime actor, Luther spread his hands.

"..."

The blurry figure's smile disappeared.

At this moment, the warmth in the abdomen disappeared.

"Look, in the end, that thing can't save your life now, tsk tsk."

He shook his head sympathetically, with a look of compassion.