"๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ?"
Zarian walked through the hallway, the sound of his foot steps echoing throughout the empty white hallway.
"๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ?"
He looked down to his waist, on his right side lay a longsword, the hilt having a brilliant violet gem that occasionally flashed.
He was all alone. No one else was in this hallway, just him.
"๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ?"
At the end of the seemingly infinite hallway stood a large white door, the silver handle glistening under the lights, and he was about to reach it after hours of walking.
His hands twitched with excitement as he closed in on the door. He stopped, inches away, before closing his eyes and praying.
"Please, let this finally be ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง. I'm ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐๐. I want my ๐ซ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐." He muttered in the softest voice he could make, almost in a begging tone.
His body wouldn't stop trembling as he reached out. The moment his hand touched the door, a silverish electricity crackled around the hand inflicting pain upon him.
He moved his hand away from the door, his face darkening.
[๐ผ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ: ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐.]
[๐๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ.]
He bit his lips and clenched his fists. After all this time, and effort, they were still rejecting him?
"๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ? It's ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐จ๐จ."
He looked at the door handle with disdain, before turning around with disgust.
He began walking back, through the seemingly infinite white hallway. His hopes were crushed, and he was sick of it. This wasn't the first, second, or third time.
"๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ?"
On his way through the hallway, he briefly glanced at the black door at the very beginning of the hallway. It wasn't the one he came in from, nor was it one he ever planned on going through, but perhaps... it was time to take another path. To try something new.
"๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ฃ'๐จ ๐๐๐ฉ๐."