「The first eight resets were hard.」
It was pure hell. Si Hon would walk out into the street until something finds him— a thing with too many limbs or a mouth that has too much sharp teeth. It would grab him, pull, push, take him anywhere, and tear him right after. He felt every claw sink in. He felt his ribs snap like a dry sticks. He felt his stomach rip open and his intestine spill out onto the pavement. He spent the whole time screaming in his head, (it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, fuck you jisoo, make it stop.) just repeating.
Every time he wake up at the gate, his hands would be shaking, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Tell himself it was fine. That it wouldn't always feel like this. That his body will get used to this things. He mostly believed it.
「By the ninth reset something had shifted.」
