Even though my eyes were locked on the headlines, I wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. The truth was, the motion of my thumb scrolling through the screen was just a distraction—sothing to keep cut off from the world around .
That way, I could avoid people trying to strike up conversation or asking questions I didn’t want to answer. The sound of the train arriving and the growing chatter of people nearby only made wish I were sowhere else. The source of thɪs content is novᴇlfire
“What’s that, outside?”
While I was flipping through the news on my phone, a voice caught my attention. I looked up and saw one of the guys from earlier—the one hanging out with the group of girls and a few other friends—staring at the train window with a puzzled expression.
I followed their gaze and, when I saw what was beyond the glass, I was just as stunned as they were. Instead of the usual view of the subway’s dark tunnel walls, what I saw was completely unexpected.
Outside, a strange fog blanketed everything, creating an eerie atmosphere. The train still seed to be moving, but sothing about it felt off. Fog inside a subway tunnel? That didn’t make any sense—at least, not to .
Everyone, myself included, was frozen, not knowing how to react. As I stared out the window, sothing started to materialize in front of , like a kind of floating screen. And on that screen... there was writing.
*Ding* – [Entry into the 87th World confird. Tutorial will begin shortly]
Before I could finish reading the ssage, a loud sound echoed in front of . I turned toward it and saw the college students from earlier—every single one of them—collapsed on the ground.
I blinked, confused, trying to understand why they’d suddenly passed out, but my thoughts were abruptly cut off by a sharp, splitting headache that ca out of nowhere.
I tried with all my might to stay awake and focused, but it felt impossible. The harder I fought to stay conscious, the worse the pain got—as if sothing inside was trying to convince to just give in, that resistance was pointless.
My vision blurred, and I felt my body grow heavier by the second, like gravity itself had flipped. In a matter of monts, I hit the ground, desperately trying to cling to so thread of awareness... but it was useless.
Everything went black, plunging into complete darkness. The next thing I knew, I was slowly pushing myself up, one hand pressed to my throbbing head. It felt like I’d been slamd with sothing heavy—and the pain was unbearable.
“Ugh... Did I drink or sothing? This headache’s killing ...” I muttered, my voice hoarse and muffled, like I was buried under a ton of weight. The words ca out sluggishly, my brain still trying to adjust to whatever the hell was happening around .
“...Wait, where the hell am I? Did I actually die or sothing? Is this... heaven?” I said, voice trembling, as I scanned my surroundings, trying to make sense of any of it.
All I could see was white. Just... white. The space around was spotless—a vast, endless expanse of pale, lifeless white. No matter how hard I tried to find sothing, anything, there was nothing but that overwhelming void, stretching forever in all directions, like the concept of boundaries didn’t even exist here.
“Wasn’t I just on the train a few minutes ago? How the hell did I end up here?” I mumbled, confused and disoriented.
My eyes searched desperately for clues, for any hint that might explain how I’d wound up in this endless white space. Every ti I tried to recall what had happened, the mories slipped through my fingers like mist, leaving more lost than before.
And then, just as I was scanning the emptiness again, sothing unexpected appeared. There was soone else here. A girl—probably around my age—lying on the ground. She wore a skirt, sneakers, and a jacket that looked oddly similar to mine... Like , but in feminine form.
And, just like , she had jet-black hair that shimred faintly in the light. Her eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see their color, but even unconscious, she had a striking beauty that was impossible to ignore.
I cautiously stepped closer, circling her a few tis. She didn’t stir. I sighed, frustrated, and gently tried to wake her. After a tense mont, her body gave a small twitch—like a signal that she was starting to co to.
She stirred slightly before pushing herself up... and then she was standing right in front of . But no—this wasn’t a taphor. I was literally looking at myself.
I raised my hand, slowly—and to my shock, she did the exact sa thing. Like a perfect mirror. I locked eyes with her—and she returned the gaze with the sa intensity. For a mont, everything else around us disappeared. It was like we were trapped in each other’s stare, two reflections echoing sothing deeper.
I saw myself in her eyes, and that’s when it hit : her eyes were just like mine. Deep, dark brown—almost black. But then sothing strange happened. Both sets of eyes—hers and mine—glowed with an unnatural reddish hue, as if bathed in invisible light. The color was so vivid, so intense, that for a split second, it almost looked like liquid blood was flowing through our irises.
We blinked at the exact sa ti—a mont where everything seed to vanish, like the world itself had taken a breath. When our eyes reopened, the red tint was gone. It was like it had never been there at all. Just a fleeting hallucination. Our eye color had returned to its original, steady dark brown.
“What the hell?” I muttered, my face twisted in shock—an expression mirrored perfectly on hers.
Two voices rang out at once—one male, one female. I stood frozen, completely lost, staring at the scene in front of with no idea how to react. I was literally standing in front of myself. Had my body split in two? And why was the other a girl? A million questions spun through my mind, and I didn’t even know where to start.
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