When I[1] opened my eyes quietly, I found myself in an empty space.0

‘Am I alive…?’0

I was alive. I was alive, and I wasn’t wounded. It was so dark that I couldn’t see anything in this dark space, but I was certain of one thing—I was still alive. 0

Was it a dream? Was it? Was what I saw before losing consciousness… really a dream?0

I unknowingly moved my arm and heard a clank. 0

When I saw that I was chained, I realized that what I had seen wasn’t a dream. 0

The white murderer, the nun wandering crimson space with her ghosts, and my conversation with the honorary cardinal. I remembered provoking him to escape from the threat before me, and I could still remember his final words to me.0

‘So…’0

It took a while for me to realize that my dream wasn't a dream. 0

I honestly had no idea what happened or what I had done. 0

I couldn’t think of anything due to the nauseating stench and the screams everywhere. 0

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, but it could also be because my brain was...0