[Reader discretion advised]
The further Young Aether travelled down the left pathway, the colder the atmosphere became.
The cheerful sounds of visitors gradually disappeared until only the silence lingered in the air and... his nose twitched, smelling the rot.
It clung to the back of his throat like spoiled meat left too long in the sun. Every breath tasted of shit, piss, old blood, and the sickly-sweet rot of decaying flesh that made his stomach churn violently.
The deeper he inhaled, the worse it became, as though the stench itself was crawling into his lungs.
A cold feeling settled inside his chest.
In his heart, Young Aether knew something was there and he definitely was not going to like it. His heart was already beating faster, and his throat went dry.
*I... I think I should leave th-*
"Don't be a fucking pussy! Move your worthless ass forward right now!!"
The voice exploded through his mind before he could finish.
