The air inside the abandoned practice hall felt too still, as if even dust refused to move without permission.
Kim stood frozen at the doorway.
Mira beside him.
And Seorin… already inside.
Her silhouette was framed by the faint white light sneaking through broken windows. She wasn't looking at them—she was staring at the cracked wooden floor, as if something was written there that only she could see.
Kim swallowed.
His heartbeat was too loud.
Too fast.
Too familiar.
Just like the dream.
Mira whispered, "Kim… we shouldn't be here."
But Kim stepped forward anyway.
Something inside him—something old, buried, forgotten—dragged his feet forward without asking his permission.
Seorin finally spoke.
"Kim," she said without turning, "do you know why you keep dreaming the same thing?"
Her voice was calm.
Almost soft.
But the weight behind her words felt like a storm waiting to break.
Kim answered slowly, "I don't know. But… it feels real."
Seorin finally turned.
Her eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto his.
"It is real."
Kim shook his head.
"No. It's just a dream."
She stepped closer, every footstep echoing through the hall.
"Dreams don't repeat themselves, Kim. Not unless they are memories trying to return."
Mira tensed.
"Stop confusing him."
Seorin didn't even spare her a glance.
"He deserves the truth."
Kim took a breath.
"The truth about what…?"
Seorin pointed at the center of the hall.
"Stand there."
Kim hesitated.
But his legs moved anyway.
When his foot touched the worn mark on the floor—
a sharp pulse shot through his head.
Thud.
A flash of light.
Another thud.
He clutched his temples—
—and suddenly he wasn't in the hall anymore.
He was somewhere dark.
Cold.
Silent.
A falling sound…
A crack…
A voice crying his name…
"Kim… promise me… don't let it happen again…"
His eyes flew open.
He staggered back, breath trembling.
"What… was that?"
Seorin spoke softly.
"That was the first layer."
Mira grabbed Kim's arm.
"Enough. He's shaking. He can't handle this."
But Kim pulled his arm away.
"What did I see? Who was the voice? Why does it feel like… I've lived it before?"
Seorin's expression tightened… as if the truth hurt her too.
"Because you have."
Silence.
Heavy.
Thick.
Dangerous.
Mira stepped between them.
"Kim doesn't need the past. He needs to move forward."
But Seorin's voice dropped to a whisper.
"He can't move forward unless he knows what he lost."
Kim's stomach twisted.
Lost?
"What did I lose…?"
Seorin took a slow breath.
"A person."
Mira's eyes widened.
"Seorin—don't."
"A memory."
Her voice cracked just slightly.
"And a promise that broke everything."
Kim felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.
Promise.
Again that word.
"Who… who did I promise?"
Seorin stepped closer, her eyes suddenly bright—not with tears, but with something close to pain.
"Me."
Mira froze.
Kim blinked.
"What…?"
Seorin whispered,
"You made a promise to protect me. And you failed."
The entire hall went silent.
Only the distant echo of wind outside moved.
Kim's chest tightened sharply.
He didn't remember any of this.
Not the promise.
Not Seorin.
Not the past she spoke of.
But something in his heart hurt—like a wound he didn't know he had.
Mira grabbed his wrist.
"Kim, let's go."
But Seorin stepped forward.
"You can't keep running."
Kim turned toward Mira.
"Why does she keep saying I broke a promise? Why does she know things about me that I don't?"
Mira looked down.
That silence…
wasn't normal silence.
It was the silence of someone hiding something.
Kim's voice shook.
"Mira… do you know something?"
Mira didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
Kim stepped away from both girls, breath uneven.
Seorin watched him quietly.
"You're remembering slowly. It will hurt more. But you don't have a choice."
Kim whispered, "Why me…?"
Seorin looked away for the first time.
"Because you were the only one who tried to save me."
Kim froze.
Save?
From what?
Before he could ask—
A loud creaking sound ripped through the hall.
The lights flickered.
The floor trembled.
Something underneath… moved.
Mira yelled, "Kim! Watch out—"
Crack!
A part of the wooden floor collapsed behind him.
Dust exploded into the air.
And from the darkness below…
a faint voice echoed upward:
"Kim… why did you come back?"
Kim's blood ran cold.
He knew that voice.
From the dream.
From the memory.
From the warning.
Seorin whispered, trembling,
"It's starting again…"
And the hall went completely silent.
Too silent.
Until—
Thud.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Approaching.
Kim turned toward the broken floor…
A shadow moved.
Someone… or something… was climbing up.
Mira grabbed his arm.
"Kim, don't look!"
But he couldn't stop himself.
Because he already knew—
Whatever was rising from below…
was connected to his forgotten past.
"Chapter 15 — END"
The real terror begins.
The truth gets closer.
And Kim's past refuses to stay buried.
Thanks for reading Chapter 15!
The mystery is now getting deeper, and Kim's forgotten past is starting to surface.
Next chapter will reveal:
What rose from under the hall
Why Mira is hiding things
And what promise Kim actually broke
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