AuE:「y'Z The ErRor's Imbragea」

The first step wasn't mine.

The second wasn't either.

By the third, I knew.

Something had pushed me forward—not a shove, not a command, but a force deeper than choice, deeper than thought. It wove into my muscles, threaded itself into my bones, and before I could question it, before I could resist—

I was walking.

The road stretched ahead, unbending, uncaring. The world blurred at the edges, faces warping into shapes that barely registered. I felt the sting before I saw the blood—my shoulder scraped raw from a near-miss against a concrete wall, my shin torn from a fall I didn't remember taking. My body stumbled, but my feet never stopped.

They carried me forward.

Into the street.

A horn blared. Tires screeched. A car swerved, its metal frame close enough that I felt the heat of its passing. Another came faster, the driver's mouth wide in a scream I didn't hear. My hands brushed its hood as I walked past, its motion a blur, my body never slowing.

More voices. Shouting. Hands reaching.

I ignored them.

They were blind. They didn't see it.

The road ahead was the only thing that mattered. The path was set, the signal pulling me forward—not by force, but by the sheer, unshakable certainty that I had to go.

Steel rails glinted ahead.

The hum of an oncoming train vibrated through my bones.

I stepped onto the tracks.

A shadow loomed—the train, too close, too fast, the operator leaning on the horn, an urgent, useless plea.

I felt the wind of it before I saw it, felt the ground shake before it reached me.

Then I was across.

Another scrape, another wound. My arm was bleeding now, my shirt torn. A gash down my side burned where something had cut too deep. It didn't matter.

The walk continued.

Then—the sirens.

Flashing red and blue. Police. Voices sharp, commands spilling out in clipped, rehearsed barks.

"Stop!"

"Get down!"

"You're going to get yourself killed!"

I walked past them, after all they were just talking to themselves.

A hand grabbed my wrist—I pulled free. Another reached for my shoulder—I slipped from their grasp. A body blocked my way—I moved through them like they weren't there.

They thought I was insane. I wasn't.

I could see the things they couldn't. The shadows that weren't just shadows. The movements in the corners of reality where their eyes refused to focus. The things that watched, waiting for someone to finally walk the road to its end.

They would never understand.

So I walked.

Through the sirens.Through the screaming.Through the blood dripping down my leg and the ache in my ribs where something had broken.

The world had already decided my path.

And I was going to see where it led.