Hyunjin

Five days had been enough to make eternity unbearable. The castle, once warm in Felix's presence, now felt immense and hostile, as if every corridor echoed his absence. Hyunjin sensed it everywhere: in the footsteps that avoided his, in the unlocked doors, in the silence that was no longer peace, but punishment. And yet, he couldn't bear it any longer. That night stopped him, not with authority, but with something far more dangerous: necessity. A single, granted glance was enough to shatter what little control he had left. "Please, come with me..." Hyunjin led him to the hidden stairs, descending once more into that place where the air felt different. The candle was still lit, as always. Like him. The key turned. The door opened. The room stretched out, vast, almost sacred, bathed in the soft glow of the candles. The walls were covered with him: Felix in every stroke, on every canvas, captured with a devotion that bordered on the inhuman. They weren't mere portraits; they were desperate attempts to hold onto him, to fix him in something that couldn't disappear. In the background, the largest of them all seemed to breathe, as if the painting itself refused to be just an image. The scent of wax and oil paint enveloped the space, but there was something deeper, almost ritualistic. On an immaculate table, five candles burned with sickening precision. Around them lay poems folded with obsessive care, and three small glass vials contained blood. His blood. Silent offerings to something that wasn't just a deity... It was Felix. "I didn't want you to know about this, darling... I'm sorry..."