⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

The Mysterious Mist | 040 |

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[ Chapter 40 || The Mysterious Mist ]

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[Y/n] slapped her bookmark onto her page and closed her book with a loud thud. She sighed in satisfaction as she left it on the oak table to run her fingertips along its smooth spine. It was a funny sight, really; the library usually brings so many people together, but she was the only one still there. She pushed herself up from the chair and stretched out her arms towards the vaulted ceiling of books.

The candlelight twinkling on the rows of dusty bookshelves was a unique sight; it filled the atmosphere of the library with a warm feeling of comfort and safety. And yet, the shadows seemed to linger, which was odd. Even the immovable stone statues that were placed in random corners of the place seemed sad— almost as if they had their own secret tales to tell.

As she strolled aimlessly around the halls, she took note of the place. Every square inch was covered in words, and every square inch was dedicated to the knowledge it bestowed; books opened as if they were magical beings filled with stories waiting to be read. The library felt as if it were a sanctuary in contrast with the world outside.

Finally, when the clock on the wall struck six times, [Y/n] slowly turned from the room and made her way out. As her fingers grasped the handle of the door, the darkness beyond it seemed to beckon her, caressing her with its chill. Yet, as she took her first step into the evening air, she was greeted by the thick mist that seemed to be spreading through the night from some undisclosed source. There seemed to be a menacing atmosphere to the place, a feeling of unease that filled every inch around her.

'Shit! The mist...It's here. I'm next....' Nothing made sense; nothing was right anymore. This was the place she considered her safe haven, her place of solace and peace. Yet the mist seemed to be spreading, and the darkness seemed to be growing. Nonetheless, she pressed on relying on her instincts and the dim light of the streetlights to guide her through the thickening mist. 

Heavy fog was lingering between narrow buildings, creating an overwhelming atmosphere of coldness and dread. The streetlights flickered dimly, casting eerie shadows on the pavement. [Y/n]'s footsteps echoed in the heavy silence. Dark windows seemed to stare down at [Y/n] who wandered through the dark at such a late hour, where nothing but darkness remained, delicately diffused by the light of the moon, now hanging high in the sky.

As [Y/n] walked through the dense fog, she couldn't shake the eerie feeling that she was being watched. She couldn't see anything beyond a few feet in front of her, but she could sense something moving in the mist. Her gaze swept over the streets, looking for the source. She narrowed her eyes into the darkened abyss, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. And there it was, a figure emerging from the shadows, the glint of a katana visible in their hand.