The shadows tease on the edges of Hun's vision after the lights are off. It's definitely harder like this but being plunged into unexpected darkness will make even the bravest of men paranoid. They press against the floors, sounding footsteps around the male, running off if he turns in their direction. They knock on walls and doors, so quietly but loud in the silent apartment. They clack dishes against each other for a moment before the apartment is completely silent again.
☆ • ★ •EVEN IN DARKNESS he can tell that around him there are movements, things wavering in and out of his vision regardless of the lack of light. They feel like hands reaching for him, the space they occupy darker than the blackest of nights, creating contrast between where they are and where there is emptiness. Hun can’t catch his breath, can barely suck air into his lungs because he has to force himself to, no longer capable of breathing steadily or even at all it feels like, not when every sound he makes has fear shooting up his spine.
But regardless of the fact that he doesn’t move, barely breathes, becomes a form utterly stifled of noise, he knows that they know where he is. They can see him, they can hear him, they can find him.
His chest hurts, and he manages a short gasp of breath before it rushes out of him, lungs screaming in protest as oxygen vacates his system. Footsteps echo all around him and he can’t judge where they’re coming from nor can he figure out what he could possibly do to save himself from this torment. Why is this happening? he asks himself desperately, hands clutching at his own chest, shirt clawed at by his fingers, and he’s too caught up in the events around him that the connection doesn’t click in his mind.
Because this is something that has happened before. Not to him, no, but to someone he knew, and it should be entirely familiar to him, the situation making actual sense to him if he thought about it, but he can’t. Not now, not when it feels like he’s being attacked from all sides.
Hun’s legs give out and send him collapsing to the floor, knees aching where they make contact with the wood tiles, head spinning dizzily.
