Tyki Mikk 【2】

The silence came abruptly, as if someone had turned off the sound. Your own voice, just moments ago whining "pleeeease," vanished, dissolving into a void.

First, your sense of touch disappeared. You could feel your fingers still resting on Mikk's shoulders, but it was a distant, wooden sensation. Then the world began to blur. The black dots that usually flickered at the edges of your vision suddenly exploded and flooded the center, veiling your eyes in sticky darkness.

A low hum filled your ears. That deep, rising drone reminded you of an old transformer. It pressed against your temples, making them pulse in rhythm with your frantic heartbeat. You tried to inhale, but your lungs constricted, refusing to expand. It felt as if a glass dome had been lowered over you, and with each second, there was less and less air inside.

And then It came.

Bright, searing images flooded in like a torrent. They weren't just memories — they were reality. You saw glass shattering, heard unfamiliar screams, distorted voices that once called your name. Tyki's room vanished. In its place — darkness, faces, a cold floor. The past seized your throat with an icy grip, squeezing out the last remnants of oxygen from your chest.

You wanted to recoil. To pull back, to run, to cover your eyes with your hands. But your body was paralyzed. Not a single muscle twitched. Only tears. They burned your cheeks, rolling down, across your chin, falling onto your neck. You stared into the void, through this nightmare, unable to even blink.

Tyki didn't turn around. He simply froze for a split second, feeling your hands tremble and grow heavier, feeling your breath above his head turn into ragged, frightened sobs.

— Damn it, not again… — his voice came out low and hollow.