Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
An alert tone you could hear any day in ordinary life. But the message attached to it was horrifying in the exact opposite way.
Every sense sharpened, all of them struggling to deny this situation somehow.
As if mocking that effort, my sight showed me the people with their heads blown apart.
My nose caught the smell of blood rising from the corpses.
My skin felt the heat still lingering in bodies that hadn't even gone cold yet.
My ears took in the terrified uproar of the passengers.
And finally, even my sense of taste, swallowing dry spit that tasted like nothing at all while denying everything.
Every one of my senses was forcing a single fact back into my mind, the one thing I absolutely didn't want to accept.
That all of this was real.
Fwaaash!
As if this was all familiar to it already, the Dokkaebi sneered at everyone in the car and vanished in a flash of light, just as suddenly as it had appeared.