*please listen to the song in the media

There are four places where the spirits still wander...
The snow covered Dark of Night, the forgotten paradise of Sobri Elan, the Glass Pillars of Dumon, and the human mind, that eternally mysterious realm where ghosts shall forever walk

-An Exploration of Ancient and Modern Myths, by Mordove Senia.

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[You are a sinner, y/n. You are blinded by silly trivial things that prevent you from ever becoming happy. You are damned and shall never find salvation if you keep on living like this. Let me cleanse you and I may allow you to join Mint Eye for the sake of saving your heart and mind from the horrors of this universe.]

The blonde woman places her hand on the right cheek of a young brunette, who scowls at the sight of her.

[The only one who's blind here is you, Rika.]

The young brunette says, her voice dripping with hate as she looks at the blonde with steel-like eyes.

[You're blinded by your lies and selfish ideals and I hope you stay that way, you damned monster.]

The blonde woman purses her lips at her then scratches her left cheek in annoyance and anger. The young brunette lets out a pained gasp as she did so, her eyes trembling for a bit before. returning to it's original steel-like gaze.

The blonde leaves the brunette and returns to her throne. There, she calls over a servant.

[I'm done for her today. Call Saeran to return her to her cell. Oh, and ask him to double her daily dousage.]

The blonde then looks down at the brunette with a malicious smile and watches as the servant take away the brunette from her sight.

"Oi, kid," an old gruff voice calls out, calling the attention of Saeran who was smoking a cigarette. Saeran glares at the man who disrupted him but does not say a word. Instead he watches as the man gestures him to come closer as he tugs a brown haired girl; Y/n closer. Saeran presses his lips together to form a firm straight line and groggily walks over to the man.

"The Saviour wants you to return this one to her cell and to double her drug intake," The man says as he pushes Y/n towards Saeran, who instinctively catches her and curses her heaviness.

Without any goodbyes or slight hand gestures to indicate his leave, the man walks away and Saeran watches him as he does so with squinted eyes.

So this your so called 'paradise', huh?

A quiet voice whispers into Saeran's ear which causes him to whip around, confused. At first, he thought it was Y/n who said that to him but when he looked at her, he finds her unconscious on the floor. Saeran immediately take his attention away from the whispering voice and picks up Y/n from the rough concrete floor.

"What a bother," he says in slight irritation as he begins to walk towards the cells, careful not to wake the sleeping girl on his arms. As he passes through the various empty cells, he breathes heavily and struggles to carry Y/n properly.

"You're warmer than usual," he overhears Y/n murmuring to him as he gently places her on the hard gray floor of her cell. He ignores her comment about him for he was too tired to deal with her currently but-

"And you seem exhausted," Y/n says softly as she places her left palm on Saeran's forehead which makes Saeran's cheeks go red with embarrassment. "You need rest before you grow sicker," Y/n says plainly as she removes her hand from Saeran's forehead and lies down.

"I'm not sick," Saeran says defensively as he immediately stands up and walks over to the cell door. "Tell that to your exhausted and feverishly warm body," Y/n says with a loud yawn. "You really need to take better care of yourself, Saeran,"

Saeran turns to her to retort or maybe even complain but rather than seeing her wide awake and staring at him expectantly as if waiting for his reply, he sees her sleeping with a soft expression on her face. Saeran scratches his head and wonders how this woman could sleep on such a rough and cold floor. He recalls of the time he once did so too, when his mom punished him for being bad and was forced to sleep on the floor. That time showed him how blessed he was to have a blanket and a comfortable bed now.

Saeran shakes his head and escapes his thoughts. He should leave and continue his work since his savior assigned him some new tasks today that he should probably be finishing.

Saeran's eyes flash at Y/n's sleeping form for a moment before looking down at the black jacket he was wearing. With a sigh, he takes it off and bends down to place it over Y/n. When he does so though, he notices a deep scratch mark on her cheek. His eyes narrow as he stands again and leaves Y/n's cell.

"You're such a hypocrite, Y/n," he mutters under his breath as he closes the cell door and locks it firmly.