Chapter 4 - Chapter 7 & 8

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📘 Chapter 7: The Faith That Breaks

(Tên gốc: Cửa niềm tin)

> My head throbbed.

My lungs burned.

What was I even doing anymore?

Who was the shadow that kept watching me?

And why… was I still walking toward the next door?

I opened it.

There was nothing.

Just white.

A cold, sterile room.

I was seated at a table.

Waiting for someone.

A figure passed, carrying food.

No words. No sounds.

The silence was suffocating.

I looked at the tray.

A bowl of plain porridge.

No sides. No warmth.

I picked up the spoon. It was metal. Cold.

This… this isn't food.

I tried to eat. It tasted like ash.

My stomach turned.

My mind screamed.

And then the voice returned.

"I killed her."

"I killed her."

"I killed her."

I slammed my fists on the table.

"Stop it!"

But the walls didn't answer.

There was no one here.

Just me.

And the ever-watching camera, high in the corner of the room.

I curled into myself.

I couldn't breathe.

The air felt too heavy.

I passed out in the silence.

And the door closed behind me.

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📘 Chapter 8: Fragmented Self

(Tên gốc: Bản ngã)

> I was thrown back into the hallway.

But something followed me.

A shadow—this one grayer, softer…

But more suffocating.

I tried to ignore it.

I stepped into the next door.

Darkness.

The stench of blood filled the air.

A body.

Lying on the floor.

Sirens screamed outside.

I watched from behind my own eyes—

My body moved on its own.

The door opened. A police officer stepped in.

I lunged at him.

He shouted something—

A gun fired.

My legs gave out.

Pain.

Then… stillness.

I woke up, cuffed to a chair.

A detective stared into me like I was a monster.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do… what?"

"She was your wife. Your family."

My hands shook.

My head ached.

Someone else stormed in.

"Why the hell'd you stab him?"

"Stab…?"

A voice on the radio buzzed through.

"He's lost too much blood—he's gone."

"No… no, no no no—"

The officer looked at me like he could rip me in half.

"He's mentally unstable!" another voice shouted.

"This is bullshit!"

And I?

I laughed.

Not because it was funny.

But because I had finally lost what little was left.

And then—

I blacked out again.

Another door slammed shut.

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