CHAPTER 18 – DON’T COME OUT UNTIL I FIND YOU.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

I’m so screwed. I was screwed… but I’ve never been more screwed in my life than this current situation I find myself in.

I’m still breathing heavily from sprinting down to find somewhere to hide, my legs hurting so bad that I doubt I’ll ever heal. And, Oh, the horror! This messed-up place smells so bad. My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor.

“It stinks, I swear I would die of inhaling this acid if I don’t leave,” I murmur to myself, trying to find space beside the cramped toilet bowl.

My hands are pressed to my nose, but even this action doesn’t help reduce the smell in any way.

“What if someone tries to come in to take a poop? What do I do then?” I ask myself in panic. “There are over three hundred toilets; let’s hope no one is drawn to this particular one.”

I’ll just hang on until Jane finds me.

I hold onto my belly, screaming quietly in an attempt to not make a sound. My stomach is throwing a massive tantrum, making hungry noises so loud they sound like a thunderstorm.

I sigh, inhaling and exhaling sharply.

I am so greedy for food right now, I would seriously consider eating the toilet bowl if it had salt in it.

I can’t even tell what time it is in this hole, how long exactly do I have to be here?

I’m going to die. If not from this stinking smell, then from hunger, or from my knees. I’m trying so hard to fit myself into this small space, and my knees are the ones suffering the most. Even my lower abdomen still hurts from being punched, I feel like I’m going to throw up.

When exactly does Jane plan to find me? Did she perhaps mean to find my corpse?

“Wait! Did they kill her? Is she dead?” I ask myself anxiously. “Nah… she can’t be dead… they can’t possibly kill her. She’s a spy, she’s good with things like this. Well then, why isn’t she finding me? Wait, did she abandon me?”

God, I’m going to die! Why does this place smell so bad? Don’t they wash it? I’m dying, I need to be out soon.

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If I guess the time correctly, I’ve spent eight hours in this VIP lodge of toxic waste sanctuary. Does anyone not notice that I’m missing? Am I that useless? I’m being treated like a fire escape on a spaceship in this prison.

Is Jane really dead?

Now, I’m really going to die.

I take a deep breath, “Let’s try to think one thing at a time,” I say to myself, taking another deep breath.

I try to stretch my leg, but I can’t because it’s too tight. I can feel my stomach splitting in two due to hunger, and my knees? I’m most definitely already crippled.

Suddenly, I hear a sound, and my eyes water in relief. That must be Jane, finally.

“J…” I call. “J, I’m in here… barely breathing. I’m dead.”

Suddenly, someone who’s supposed to be Jane opens the door, pointing a flashlight straight at my eyeballs, “Get that mini sun out of my eyes before I go permanently blind,” I snap, squinting my eyes. “What took you so long? One second longer than now and you’ll be carrying my corpse.”

The flashlight gets taken away from my eyes, and I see a female prison guard staring at me.

“Sora Hell Morgathor?” she asks, and I frown.

“Why the fuck aren’t you Jane?” I yell. “You should be Jane! Where’s Jane?”

“Who’s Jane?” she asks and I hiss.

“I hate this place,” I whisper to myself. “I want to go home.”

“I’ll get you up,” the female prison guard says, reaching to take my hand.

“Don’t touch me!” I scream. She pauses then drops her hand to her side. “You should be Jane… Get me, Jane.”

“It’s late… you need to go back to your cell before light out,” she states and blows her whistle.

Four prison guards surround me, ready to lift me or drag me back to my cell if they have to.

“My cell?” I ask. “You mean the one I share with A-Jun? No! not there… take me to Jane.”

I get picked up from the ground by the four men, they lift me and walk in the direction of my cell. Getting to the cell, they throw me inside and the cell beeps locked.

“I don’t want to stay here,” I scream, rushing up from the ground to go after the guards. “No, no, no, please don’t lock me in here,” I bang hard on the door, but they don’t even glance at me.

Swallowing hard, I slowly turn around to find A-Jun sitting on the lower bed, with a lit smoke between his lips, our eyes meet and we lock gaze.

Hatred struck. I believe that’s what it’s called. When you just stand there like you are being electrocuted, locking eyes with the person you feel so much hatred for.

Apparently, he’s electrified too, seeing how he doesn’t move or change position, nor did he break eye contact.

What we feel for each other is so strong, I can feel it boiling inside me. I definitely, most definitely hate this man.

And I fear him too, so much… I think I’m going to collapse if he takes a step closer. I’ve spent all my energy hiding in that toilet.

The emotions behind his eyes, I can’t put a name to. But I’m sure he hates me and wants me dead.

I take two steps back. I can’t possibly leave this doomed space because, apparently, everyone in this prison wants me dead now more than ever. I’m locked in, and Jane is nowhere to be found. Even my shadow would be stoned if prisoners catch a glimpse of it.

“Just survive for three years, and I’ll get you out of there,” my mother’s words resound in my head.

Ohh, fuck you, mother!

How can I survive in a place like this for three years? I can barely survive seventy-two hours.

A-jun throws his cigarette to the ground and steps on it, then he gets up and begin to walk towards me slowly. I move back until I touch the iron bars.

I clear my throat, “Can I just sleep tonight? I’m exhausted and really hungry.”

He doesn’t stop walking closer. He reaches me, and I’m seized by the neck.

Reasoning with this asshole is just one of the impossibles.

I begin to kick, scratch, and struggle until eventually, my sight is swallowed by darkness.