Inner Red Figure

It was a moment when I was lost in a cool, never-ending night with lights elongating out like sea waves. With my silent screams, I was floating in the middle of the crowd. On the one hand, a few car horns, the efforts of people who can’t keep quiet to tell something, millions of pairs of white cameras watching me… During this time, my thoughts started to dance without a partner and turn around as if they were independent thinkers, performing performances I couldn’t comprehend. While I was swimming through the crowd, I didn’t notice that everything began to dull in a fraction of a second and a figure that reminded me of the colour red was facing me from a distance in a matter of moments. It felt closer the further away it was. This figure I couldn’t describe seemed to be breathing the same air as me, and it had an existence that terrified me. I was unable to move. I could not really help but stare into those crimson eyes. I was just being drawn deeper and deeper into these eyes until they turned into pitch-black ash. At the time, this figure, which resembled human lips and evoked something completely different, was about to say a few words. In my pocket, I noticed a crumbled piece of paper with the words “ Call me now!” and a number with the last digit wiped out. When I turned to look at the person who had hit me, I saw a red figure staring at me and slowly bringing his hand to his mouth. It gestured to me to remain silent, but I was unable to move in my place before I could take my gaze away from the figure I just can not identify it before I suddenly realized what I should do, and the crowd turned blind to me. My mind began to spin with only numbers. None of them made sense, but the figure in front of me grew closer to me every time the numbers on the paper came to life in my mind. With the influence of stun, I suddenly put my hand on my phone and began to write the number that the figure told me in dark and written on the paper. By the time I got to the last two digits, there was an almost infinite gap between me and the figure. Last two digits… last one… last one… I couldn’t go on. The figure was now one step closer. The moment I lifted my head, our eyes had become like two rivers that did not mix, almost as if they had converged. When my hand pressed a number, everyone came to a complete halt and stared at us. There was no sound, no breath, just the sound of the red figure’s reactionary emotions echoing around. I didn’t even attempt to open my eyes, but my curiosity was fighting with all my might to break free from oppressive control and widen my eyes. The red figure in front of me was palpable. He was breathing with me and slowly circling me in a torturous manner. I didn’t know what I had done, what was going on, why I was wandering in the crowd at night, what was this red figure, what was going on! Before I began walking, I tried not to open my eyes and think about what I was doing. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. It was as if I had walked into the crowd and encountered this unknown figure. There was no preceding or following. Never, ever, ever… Not at all. At that moment, the red figure came to a halt and sighed deeply. It sounded like a bored human breath. He put his claw-like hands over my eyes in a way I didn’t understand. There were two clicks, a scream, and a thunderclap. At the time, I began to count backwards from three, taking heavy breaths as if hypnotized, and after a while, I began to hold my breath. The last three, two and one…