Into The Depths Of Insanity

What was this place? It felt different...was this ground he felt? Why did it feel like his breathing was echoing? Slowly, Masato opened his eyes, and he saw that he was in a somewhat well-lit tunnel. It was at that time that he started to pick himself up from the ground.

"Where am I...?" He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes slightly. Oddly, Masato could not remember the last thing he was doing, but he knew he was never here. There was no way he would go to a some area like this voluntarily. Did somebody drag him here? The martial artist had no choice except to walk ahead. His foot steps could be heard echoing, making the atmosphere even more eerie. For the past six or seven years, he had no real human relationships. No love and no friends. The boy lived with his only friend being his own thoughts. All he wanted was someone to love him, but he never got that. Instead, he had to murder his father who was doing his job incorrectly. Because of this, he has a lack of fear for most scary things. However, to other people, he was a completely ordinary fighter due to the information never being leaked.

He had been walking around for a few minutes and became lost. Where was the exit in this place? How was he going to get home? Bit by bit, Masato was becoming more aggravated. Whoever is messing with him will end up getting hurt.

"Is anyone there?" Asked the male, with a tint of annoyance in his voice. Hopefully, somebody would answer his call, but who would be in a place like this? Was this some kind of dream? Was it reality? Maybe it was something that he would never have thought of...