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killianopage · 22 days ago

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📷 by Matthews Abiel

The soft morning light came into Killian's hotel room, making lines across the carpet. He stretched, a quiet yawn coming out. Today was a work day, but not just any work day—it was a photo shoot for a local makeup brand. Still, there was no rush. The shoot wasn't starting for about four more hours, giving him plenty of time to enjoy the calm comfort of his room. Good thing, the whole setup was in the room next door; its big space and good natural light made it the perfect place for today's work.

Flashback

Just two days before, Killian had been living his day off, enjoying his life. He was in Japan, seeing the sights and sounds, not knowing about the problem coming his way. His phone rang, and a quick look showed a message from his manager. What started as a nice break was suddenly stopped with news of a quick photo shoot for a makeup brand.

But there was a problem, a big one. The chosen photographer could not come and work, leaving both the makeup brand's team and Killian's own people confused. A clear stress filled the air as they tried to think of answers. Then, Killian's manager, with a look of worry and an idea in her eyes, turned to him. “We have Matthews here,” she started, her voice a mix of asking and hope. “Can you help us? Please?” Matthews, Killian boyfriend looking at her with a wide eyes full of shock.

Killian's eyes grew big, a little surprise mixed with a new understanding. Matthews. Of course. His mind quickly went back to many quick photoshoots when they traveled, Matthews always easily getting the best angle, the right light, making simple times into art. He's Killian's personal photographer – you know, the kind of job boyfriends are perfect for, a quiet understanding between them whenever there was a camera. But this? A real makeup brand shoot in Japan? That was a very different level.

A quick, quiet talk happened next, a short argument in the hotel room. Still, the outcome felt sure. Matthews, with his natural eye and calm trust, was the only good choice. And as the choice became firm, Killian knew it wasn't just him who believed in Matthews's eye. It was no secret. The makeup brand's team immediately recognized Matthews Abiel's name when it came up; he wasn't just any Matthews. This was Matthews Abiel, the retired Canadian model whose name still meant a lot in the business, the one who owned a well-known art place in France. His art, whether walking on the runway or holding a camera, was clear. In the end, there was no real fight. They trusted him, they trusted his skill to make this project happen.

Now

It was hard for Killian. Today was a professional photo shoot, not just a quick picture with his boyfriend like he always do, and a tight knot of nerves grew in his stomach. He was afraid he would not be able to do his best, to truly show the brand's idea, all because of the man behind the camera. It was Matthews, his boyfriend, the man of his dreams. Just having him there, focused and ready to catch every small detail, made Killian's heart beat fast. He worried he would make a strange face, a nervous twitch showing the professional look he was trying to keep.

Then, the shoot began. Killian took a deep breath, trying to push past the worries, and thankfully, the time went by with surprising ease. Afterward, as the team got together to look through the first photos, a quiet “wow” spread through the room. A big surprise waited for them: the looks and feeling Killian gave off were not just good, they were perfect, matching well with the brand's idea.

There were shots where he was laughing freely, a real, open joy coming from him. In other pictures, his face had a strong serious look, even though his heart had been beating very fast inside his chest. And the best part? His cheeks even showed a natural, red color, a true warmth that could not have been faked. He had, against his own nervous thoughts, truly shined.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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𓄸 TIMELINE OF KILLIAN'S LIFE

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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KILLIAN JENSEN

Keywords for him: Escape and Freedom.

It was a common saying, a sort of whispered truth, that Killian lived a perfect life. He arrived into the world already cushioned by wealth, a legacy built by generations. His father, the ones who shaped skylines, owning huge real estate companies, and also the name behind The Jensen, a drink known for its high price and smooth taste. His mother, she moved in the world of fashion, where beauty and money walked hand in hand. And then there was his grandmother, her hands strong from years of work, who owned the largest farm in China, a place where wealth grew from the very soil. Looking at all of that, it was hard to argue. He was, without a doubt, a very, very rich man.

Despite the outward appearance of a charmed existence, Killian didn't feel happy. What is the purpose of life with all the money he had but deep down he does not feel happy at all? His parents were always busy with their own things. He wanted to find something that made him happy, so he started painting and taking photos. That's where he felt like he belonged. That's where he found his joy.

Sadly, his father strongly disapproved of his only son's interests. He saw them as pointless. Mr. Jensen desired his son to follow in his footsteps in the business world, a father's wish for his sole heir to take over his entire empire.

Every day brought fresh conflict for Killian, a consequence of his father's discovery of his activities. The constant friction nurtured a growing sense of bitterness within him. He was determined to avoid his father's selfishness, and to make matters worse, his father was operating a secret business.

Killian longed for escape and freedom. He left his home, searching for his own happiness. He made Seoul his new home. He began in a modest apartment and used his photography skills to create a small business from the ground up. From here, he find his interest in modelling as well, when someone discover that his face is the face of the model.

However, the initial arrival in Seoul proved difficult. His father continued to interfere, sending his agents to monitor Killian's every move. This interference ultimately led him to relocate to Kyoto, Japan for a few months before he back to Seoul.

Killian has one hope. He hope desperately that he could finally stop running, find happiness, and leave the old, self-destructive patterns behind.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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HOME.

ENTRY CODE: Back to the Earth.

...The Wireless Strings Realm (2033) Merging files has been deleted. Every member of Coda Systematic Group has been safely brought back to Earth.

He awoke to the echo of the final announcement, his gaze sweeping across Planetarium Escape Room #1, The Earth.

A wave of relief washed over him, bringing a smile to his face as he saw everyone he knew was safe and sound, their faces beaming back at him.

It was very surprising for Killian that his role as a Technician at CSG took him to the Wireless Strings Realm.

The journey was more exciting and strange than anything he had ever thought was possible. It was like a very fast and unexpected adventure.

The line between fantasy and reality blurred, leaving Killian with an almost dreamlike memory of what had transpired, but the truth of it remained.

Now, with a newfound sense of purpose, he pledged to himself that he would strive for a life of greater worth, a life lived with more integrity and intention.

It was difficult to depart from the CSG building, a place filled with cherished moments of camaraderie and collaboration. However life must go on, right?

Following his flight back to Seoul, Killian landed at the airport, still feeling as though his escape room experience was a surreal dream, now replaced by the reality of Seoul's air.

Killian, after his taxi ride, went inside his condominium building and ascended in the elevator. A 'ding' confirmed he had arrived at his desired floor.

The wheels of his suitcase echoed softly in the hallway as Killian approached his condominium door. With a bip from his passcode key, he stepped inside, and a wave of feline warmth washed over him. His cats, his cherished companions, erupted in a chorus of meows, weaving a welcoming dance around his legs. A soft smile touched Killian's lips as he sank to the floor, abandoning his luggage. He gathered each furry friend into his arms, showering them with affectionate hugs and gentle kisses, a quiet reunion after his long trip.

"You're home! Welcome back, baby." That was his boyfriend, Matthews. Killian got up and immediately ran into his lover's arms. Killian missed his boyfriend so much. The scent of Matthews' cologne, the solid feel of his embrace, it was everything Killian had craved. He had missed this, the simple comfort of being held, the gentle press of Matthews' lips. He burrowed his face against the broad expanse of Matthews' chest, the soft fabric a familiar comfort. He moved like a cat seeking warmth, wanting to be close, needing that safe space. This was his favorite place in the world, the place where he felt completely at home.

Matthews was more than just a boyfriend; he was Killian's anchor, his safe harbor. In his arms, Killian found the very definition of 'home,' a feeling that settled deep within his bones, a warmth that chased away any lingering chill. With Matthews, the constant, restless need to escape, to flee, simply vanished. He could finally stand still, breathe easy. Matthews gave him the space, the unwavering acceptance, to shed all pretenses. He could be utterly, completely, Killian, without fear or reservation. It was a rare and precious freedom, a sense of belonging that filled every empty space inside him.

"I miss you so much, baby."

Moments later, they were wrapped in each other's arms, sharing gentle and soft kiss, and nestled beneath the warm covers of their bed.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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THE FINAL.

ENTRY CODE: MAIN TASK FOUR

ROOM: 7

...and he faced the same iteration of himself he'd seen before, who then violently pulled him from the cube. He was seized by panic, convinced his original self had taken his place, and he'd be unable to pass through the next doorway.

Killian felt very scared. The fear was like something cold and tight, trying to take over his mind. But, a small hope started to grow in his chest. Then, he started to remember everything that happened.

He thought about when he first came. He was confused and didn't know where to go. Then, he remembered how nice it was to make friends. They worked together to solve problems. He remembered how happy they were when they opened each door. Every step, every moment, was a good memory he didn't expect to have.

He felt like he belonged. He wanted this feeling for a long time. In this confusing place, he found people who liked him. His strange ways were not bad, but good. He felt like people saw him.

When the bright white light told him to come, he felt calm. He knew, deep inside, that he could face whatever was next. He would live his life, not like someone running away, but like someone who found a home, a job, and friends. He would live, really live, like he should.

An unexpected surge of light within the cube highlighted its mirrored walls, causing a momentary, disorienting feeling of lightheadedness. The sudden, unexpected sight of your reflection created a sense of urgency, and you quickly left the room. The hallway that lay before you stretched out, a long, narrow passage leading to a room bearing the inscription “Coda Members.” This destination, whatever it held, now drew you forward with an irresistible pull.

Killian scanned his ID card to unlock the door, revealing an employee lounge along with three additional doors: an emergency exit, a ladies' bedroom, and a gentlemen's bedroom. You also noticed that, aside from the instruction screen, there was only one camera on the table. Killian approached the camera on the table and took a look at it. Killian greeted his colleagues, who were taking a break while waiting for the rest of the members to arrive. It was difficult to believe as he was accustomed to his counterpart's demeanor-but it was still a relief to be back to his original self.

Instruction: Each member has a piece of the clues with them. Gather them to unlock the door to the last room.

Killian’s heart leaped. He was back, surrounded by his friends – technicians, analysts, everyone. Relief washed over him. They were all here, together, piecing together the clues. Killian examined his own, a spark of hope igniting.

15. YAW

Yaw? What is that?

Killian thinks for a second the realizes that it’s WAY read backward.

Once everything was pieced together, it shows the sentence;

'Seek the escape route, the path upward, where steel meets air. The final gate stands unbarred—not by key, but by those who know the way. Ascend beyond the threshold to the networking room, where signals hum and circuits intertwine.'

Seek the escape route... the final gate stands unbarred not by a key? Networking room. The answer is there.

Killian and the others rushed to the NETWORKING ROOM, where signals hum and circuits intertwine. Upon entering the Networking Room, Killian was confused. What was here? Killian observed the room while the others also pondered the answer. There, an EMERGENCY EXIT door stood waiting for them, and it was the only way out.

Killian remembered something, 'Emergency exit doors are designed for quick and easy opening from the inside and these doors must always be able to be opened from the inside without the use of a key.' Killian then went to the emergency exit door and opened it. A blinding white light led them out.

Did they really escape from here?

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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DIMENSIONAL SHIFT

ENTRY CODE: MINI TASK THREE

ROOM: 6

Killian entered the chamber whose walls were all black.

Dark.

He wished his eyes were like his cat's at home.

Killian hesitated, wanting to return to the previous room. When he tried to open the door, it was locked. So, moving forward was the only option, as he couldn't go back. Killian walked towards whatever was in front of him.

This darkness made him feel more sensitive; slowly, he began to adjust to the room. Suddenly, he heard a voice.

No need to think of anything, jump in the square hole and let the parallel decides.

Despite his initial hesitation, Killian obeyed the instructions and leaped. He then noticed the place was shifting and rotating, much like a Rubik's cube.

As the place continued to twist and turn, Killian's fear gave way to an inexplicable look when he encountered his counterpart.

The room start to shift again and he encountered multiple versions of himself that appeared to be remarkably distinct from one another.

Why are there so many Killians in this room? So, who is the real one?"

Another shift occurred, and he faced the same iteration of himself he'd seen before, who then violently pulled him from the cube. He was seized by panic, convinced his original self had taken his place, and he'd be unable to pass through the next doorway.

"Am I not Killian Jensen? Why did he pull me out? Did we switch places?" He was trapped in a cycle, a life where he used to be caught up, never important, a prisoner of his own past. I wasn't good to myself, couldn't own it, he acknowledged, the weight of his actions heavy. I didn't see the light; no, I was falling, the darkness almost consuming him. But the shifting realities, the strange encounters, were forcing a change. I finally opened up my eyes, and I saw the truth. I let it heal. He hoped, desperately, that this was the turning point, that he could finally stop running, find happiness, and leave the old, self-destructive patterns behind. When the dimensional shift happened, that was his hope.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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The Coda's Puzzle

ENTRY CODE: MAIN TASK THREE

ROOM: 5

The buzzing sound from the last room still rang in Killian's ears as he carefully stepped into the next one. But this room was completely different. As soon as his foot was inside, he floated. His stomach felt weird.

“Great. Now, what should I do?” Killian said, sounding annoyed. The last room had made him really scared, and now he was floating because gravity pulled him up instead of down. He looked down—or what looked like down—and saw the door to the next room, far below. How could he go down?

Killian crossed his arms, trying to feel like he had some control. His brain tried to understand the strange way things worked in the room. He saw some magnetic toy pieces, a screen with a list of fish and his team's names, and a tank with fish stuck to the sides.

“Well, alright let’s do this.”

Killian, who initially underestimated the challenge in this room, was surprised to find how smoothly he was putting together the small puzzle pieces. With meticulous movements, he connected each piece, forming a recognizable image. “Goldfish? Is it Ryukin Gold─”

'SPLASH!'

A massive wave of water—or at least, that's how it felt to Killian in his dramatic state—hit him, soaking his entire body and disrupting his focus. He almost threw the puzzle in frustration, but he remembered the urgency to escape this strange room. With a deep sigh, Killian resumed trying to assemble the Ryukin goldfish puzzle pieces, even though water kept drenching him.

The situation was truly difficult. How could he possibly concentrate while floating weightlessly, with water constantly spraying him? However, Killian knew he had no choice. He had to finish this puzzle, no matter what.

After a long and tiring struggle, Killian finally managed to assemble the Ryukin Goldfish puzzle pieces. The graceful and shimmering image of the goldfish was now complete, as if it had just swum out of a painting. Carefully, as if carrying a fragile living creature, Killian transferred the puzzle into the tank. He placed it in the empty spot, a space that seemed to be specifically meant for it.

“Now what?”

Killian muttered, fatigue and confusion mixing in his mind. Before he could formulate a clearer question, suddenly, a change occurred. Gravity returned to normal. Without warning, without a cue, Killian Fell sharply. He felt a strange sensation, like falling from a very high cliff, before finally landing hard on the safety net stretched below him.

Shock. That was the most accurate word to describe his feelings. His heart felt like it had detached, as if left up there, floating in the gravity-less space. His breath came in gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He lay motionless on the safety net, feeling every fiber of the net supporting his weight. Slowly, awareness returned to him. Everything returned to normal. Gravity, the sounds of the room, even the wet sensation of the water still clinging to his body. Everything was back to how it should be.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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TIME SLIP

ENTRY CODE: MINI TASK TWO.

ROOM: 4

The first thought that flashed through Killian's mind upon entering the room was, “I'm going to die.”

Killian never imagined his role as a technician would involve confronting such intense gravity. The room possessed an incredibly powerful gravitational pull. Moving was a struggle; his body felt heavier, and his bones began to experience an unbearable sensation.

Trying to stay calm, Killian strained to reach a rack with a suit labeled WEAR THIS. Struggling to move under the huge gravitational pressure, putting on the suit was hard. However, slowly but surely, he managed. The suit seemed to give him a second wind, reducing the weight on his body and allowing him to move more freely.

Now, with the suit providing support, Killian breathed a sigh of relief. He assumed everything would proceed smoothly. All he needed to do was locate the room he was searching for. Suddenly, Killian felt something strange happening to his body. His body seemed to age rapidly, his skin wrinkled, and he felt increasingly weak. It seemed that time worked differently in this room. However, amidst this strangeness, he also sensed something else. He felt himself becoming more resilient and wiser. It gave him more power to continue.

Killian went on, with confidence. As if guided by memories from a past life, Killian knew exactly what to do, how to face every obstacle. He navigated through strange corridors and rooms, each with its own unique challenge, yet Killian remained focused on his goal.

Finally, after passing through a series of seemingly endless rooms, Killian arrived at the Planetarium room. There, amidst the artificial twinkling stars, an alarm sounded. The suit that had been protecting him ran out of oxygen. Slowly, the strange effects of the room began to fade, and his body returned to its normal state.

His eyes were drawn to the red text on the screen:

Do play the game for two days

Your basic needs are provided

After this, you may proceed to the next room.

What game does he have to play for two days? Planetarium�� is the game related to planets?

As Killian approached the available table, he found several instructions, like riddles, that he had to solve. No, this wasn't related to planets. This was his weakness, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't like it.

His brain momentarily short-circuited (not literally, he was just exaggerating) when he saw there were 8 lists he had to complete.

If you press start, the time will start and you need to finish it before the time out.

Good luck!

Killian pressed start, and the timer began. He started. He felt a strong urge to give up. Slowly, he began to work through each of the clues.

While thinking, he suddenly remembered something. When heading towards the planetarium room, he felt memories from a past life guiding him, Killian knew exactly what to do, how to face every obstacle. Yes, he had done this before—or maybe not, who knew.

Before he knew it, he had been there for two days. It felt like he had only been thinking for 20 minutes. Finally, the codes were cracked, and the door in front of him opened.

Congratulations.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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NIGHTWALKER: THE BEAUTIFUL MONSTER.

TW // blood , knife , violence , murder

Killian found himself in what appeared to be a perfectly ordinary city street. At first glance, it seemed almost idyllic. Yet, a creeping unease settled over him. The people... they were the source of the disquiet. They moved, they spoke, they interacted, but their eyes held no spark, no flicker of genuine life. They were like puppets, animated by some unseen force, echoes of the marionettes he'd previously encountered, but now, disturbingly, alive. Their expressions were fixed, almost robotic, devoid of genuine emotion. They moved too perfect and strange, a disciplined order that felt artificial. Forgiveness and apologies flowed readily from their lips, but the words were hollow, lacking any trace of true sincerity.

Killian walked down the path, his steps light, almost floating, yet slow with a hesitant dread, as he tried to reach the next door. He saw two men fighting, or rather, one man being beaten. The victim just stood there, a helpless, silent target, taking blow after blow. The attacker's face was a blank mask, devoid of anger, yet his fists continued their brutal work. A morbid curiosity, a strange, unsettling pull, drew Killian's attention. One by one, people gathered, their faces showing a disturbingly passive interest. Killian, despite the growing unease twisting in his gut, found his feet moving, placing him among the onlookers. No one intervened. Not Killian, not anyone. He stood frozen, a horrified fascination gripping him, and to his own disgust and terror, a smirk, cold and foreign, spread across his face. Inside, he screamed, desperate to stop the violence, but his body remained still, unnervingly calm as if he were watching a play. The sickeningly sweet, metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils. He glanced at the victim. His face was a bloody mess, a horrifying sight that should have repulsed him, but instead, he felt a strange, detached sense of...something he couldn't name.

Killian's steps continued to carry him forward, down the streets of the strange city that felt too quiet, too orderly. Everyone he passed looked like a doll, with stiff movements and forced smiles. The incident from earlier remained vivid in his mind, and how could Killian, an empath, feel so indifferent about it… even feel a sense of satisfaction? It was strange. He felt like he was walking in a dream, where the laws of physics no longer applied. People were jumping, not walking, as if gravity had lost its grip.

He hadn't found his balance in this strange world, but his body felt familiar as if he had lived here before. That feeling was strange, contradicting everything he knew. With one long leap, he found a mirror door, shimmering in the middle of the gloomy city. The instructions above confirmed, that this was the door he was looking for. But when he looked at his reflection, he was shocked. The figure in the mirror was different, bolder, more intimidating, with a flash of rebellion in his eyes. He realized, that not only had his world changed, but he himself had changed. He was no longer the same Killian who entered this room. Something inside him had awakened, something wild and uncontrollable. The figure had bite marks on his right jaw down to his neck. His gaze was cold and dark.

“Hello, Killian,” the reflection hissed, a predatory grin twisting its lips, a smile that promised violence. Killian’s limbs turned to ice, his breath catching in his throat. “When you try to go against me, I grow strong. I get more control of you.”

A cruel, echoing laugh, like the scraping of metal, filled the space between them. But the words that followed struck Killian like a physical blow.

“You pathetic, whimpering coward. Always fleeing from your father's shadow. That opulent, monstrous figure. Why not simply surrender to his dark legacy, embrace the power he offers? You’re a lie wrapped in denial, Killian. Beneath the surface, you seethe with a rage that could consume worlds, a thirst for vengeance that burns like acid. You loathe the way he strings you along, a puppet on his strings, the way he chokes the very life from you, don’t you?”

The reflection’s gaze, cold and fathomless, pierced Killian, delving into the darkest recesses of his mind, exposing the raw, ugly truth he had desperately tried to bury. The bite marks on its jaw and neck pulsed, a dark, an evidence to something violent and untamed.

“Why didn't you just try my way back then? Pretend to be obedient, then secretly plan a great and big murder so you could be free. I know you really wanted to show that you were a killer the first time you arrived in Korea and your father's stupid henchmen started bothering you. I know you had a knife ready, just itching to plunge it into their necks.” While his reflection was still rambling, Killian's hand suddenly gripped something, a knife. The knife he used to carry for protection, and he was right, his thought at that time was to stab his father's two henchmen with the sharp object he was holding.

A wave of dizziness hit Killian, forcing him to close his eyes. When the sensation subsided, he opened his eyes, finding himself face to face with his own copy - but without any scars. His gaze shifted to the mirror, where his wild side now stood, a swap had taken place. The knife was still gripped in the evil Killian's hand, while the real Killian lay helpless, a panicked expression on his face, trying to fight against the menacing evil smile…

STAB.. STAB.. STAB..

Stab after stab pierced his body. Killian groaned in pain, his fresh blood splattering onto his face and the face of the one stabbing him. Killian was dizzy, his ears were ringing. Was he going to die in this room? But it was impossible if Kenji and Renji wanted to kill him. Killian was dying, and then his mind recalled something. “Can you hold your balance and find the exit door?”

“Hold the balance, this is not real, need to find the exit door.” Killian repeatedly spoke those words like a mantra, his eyes began to close, his mouth still repeating the words.

SNAP!

In an instant, he was back as he was, standing before the mirror door. His malevolent double remained, that cruel smile still etched on its face. He had to escape, and quickly. Urgently, Killian retrieved his ID card, carefully inserting the jagged, broken edge into the door's peephole. With a soft click, the door recognized him and automatically swung open.

Killian bolted through, fleeing into the next room. But a chilling question lingered, a shadow of doubt: Was he truly himself, or had his dark counterpart, his twisted reflection, now taken control?

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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TIME GLITCH? TIME TO ESCAPE!

After successfully exiting the first room, Killian entered a room—the second room, a bedroom. Killian observed his surroundings, a mix of confusion and a strange feeling washing over him. What did it have to do with the previous room that looked like a welcome tea party that then turned dark and required him to find his teammates. Speaking of teammates... a sudden jolt of worry hit him. Where had they all gone? Had the instant they crossed the threshold into this new room, they been mysteriously separated, each cast adrift into their own individual spaces? Thinking about this was making his head spin.

SNAP!

The sudden, violent snap ripped through the quiet, a sound so sharp and brutal it made him flinch. It was as if something solid, something real, had been torn apart with savage force. Killian's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden stillness that followed. Killian held his breath, straining his ears, his eyes darting around the room, desperately trying to pinpoint the origin of that awful sound. What just happened?

Instantly, the atmosphere in the room became very strange and uncomfortable because the room was a chaotic labyrinth of emotions. The dancing colors were like flames burning Killian sanity, the floor swayed like a ship tossed in a stormy sea, and the memories were like ghosts whispering in Killian ears. He felt trapped in an endless nightmare as if he was violating the boundaries of space and time. He looked towards the mirror, the mirror appeared like a screen with note:

Status Report: Realm Merging.

Current date: March ??, 2033.

Time: Unknown. ⠀ ⠀

Remarks: Present time of Wireless Strings.

"Fantastic. Time's screwing up." Killian squinted at the screen. "March… 2033? Seriously? If I look this good at 37, well, I'd say I'm aging well, right?" He lets out a dry chuckle, trying to keep his sanity in this bizarre place. Obviously, he hadn't magically de-aged; it was just the time being a jerk.

He remembered what he should do, escape. Then, something unpleasant hit him again. The room felt like a nest of anger and resentment, a silent stage of rebellion. The feeling was like a tidal wave, sweeping his attention away from the instructions and forcing him to feel their intense emotions. Killian is an empath, and this room was easily trying to control him, to feel something that didn’t belong to him. This is not him, he tried to remind himself to focus. The still-swaying room made him increasingly nauseous, but it was precisely that which brought him back to his focus.

He reaches for the door knob, but it glitches, becoming a catnip toy. “Oh god, not today… I need to escape.” He tries again; it glitches again, a paintbrush this time. Frustrated, he sighs loudly. When will this end?

Killian's eyes scanned the room, desperate for any kind of clue, but they snagged on something utterly bizarre. Marionettes. Dozens of them, dangling from the ceiling. Their faces, frozen and blank, their eyes hollow, made them look like dancers caught in some macabre tableau. Thin, black wires snaked from their limbs, connecting them to shattered light panels, the cracked glass throwing back distorted, dim light. He realized from the moment he stepped into this room, a chill had settled in his bones. Something was profoundly wrong, and he knew he had to get out, fast. His mind raced, a frantic search for any solution, any way to escape. He forced himself to breathe, slow and steady, trying to push back the rising panic. He glanced back at the mirror, the one that had shown him the time glitch. It was flickering again, the image wavering, and then, instructions. More instructions appeared:

First: Get out of this moving room, twist the knob to get into the other side.

Second: Bring a marionette with you.

He moved quickly, snatching a marionette from its dangling position, the object cold and strangely light in his hand. He turned the knob, a final, desperate attempt, and the door clicked open. Killian stepped through, the marionette held firmly, a silent question mark in his hand, a clue or a threat, he couldn't yet tell.

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killianopage · 3 months ago

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CODA SYSTEMATIC GROUP

Name: Killian Muchen Jensen

Role: Technician

Code: CODA-092

Timeline: 6.0 Wireless Strings Escape Room.

ID WIRELESS STRING

TASK:

1. FIND THE MISSING TART.

2. TIME GLITCH? TIME TO ESCAPE!

3. Main Task 2

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killianopage · 8 months ago

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KILLIAN'S HALL OF WORK

This page is for Killian, primarily from the universes where he joins the OA.

TheTimeIess

OurMemento

Penpaldiaries (ENG Squad)

CODA SYSTEMATIC GROUP

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killianopage · 8 months ago

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Not A Quiet Place: Camping Day

Weekends are the best for hiking and camping. Can you imagine how peaceful it is? The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and the distant rustle of unseen creatures.

The forest's symphony of chirping birds welcomed us, as if inviting us into a realm of enchantment. Captivated by the breathtaking natural beauty, we resolved to spend the night under the watchful gaze of the ancient trees.

The forest, a silent guardian of secrets, cloaked in an eerie aura. Its gnarled trees, reaching towards the heavens, seem to whisper tales of the unknown. Beneath its tranquil surface, a darkness stirs, a sinister force that lurks in the shadows. The forest, a place of both beauty and dread, invites the curious, but warns them of the dangers that lie within.

“Okay guys, now let’s build our tent for us to stay a night here.” Kian said to the girls.

Kian started to build his own tent and Jenna with the help from Anne built their tent.

“So tired…” she sighed, stretching her arms after finished setting up the tent. Just then, her stomach let out a loud growl. “Oopsie… did you hear that, guys?” she asked, a little embarrassed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A few moments later.

“Jenna, just a bit longer! The kitchen prep is almost done,” Kian and Anne reassured her, laughter in their voices. Jenna happily made her way to Anne and Kian, eager to join them in getting the ingredients ready for their meal.

They decided to cook their own favourite meals to eat together. Jenna started by making ramyeon, and while the noodles were boiling, she threw some meat on the grill. Seeing her friends focused on their cooking made her want to talk with them.

“I met someone while I was getting water earlier,” she mentioned casually. “Did you get his number? Is he cute?” Anne teased, clearly intrigued. Kian laughed and added, “Are you sure he was even human?”

“We’re not the only ones camping around here, you know!” Jenna explain while serving the grilled meat onto their plates. “Only caught a glimpse from afar… he seemed to be around our age?”

As she tried to recall more about the guy she met before, a chilly wind swept over them. The sky was getting darker, leaving the flickering campfire to light their faces. All of a sudden, Jenna heard the crunch of branches underfoot around their tent.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, but Kian and Anne just shook their heads. Shrugging it off, she kept eating and turned to Anne. “Oh right, you also talked to someone before? Do you know her?”

The sound of ramen being slurped by Anne echoed loud in the midst of their camping site. After sipping the soup, she looked at Jenna and said, “Oh, her? I can’t recall her name, but she said she was a local resident and her house was near our camping site. It would be awesome if we could visit her, she added.”

Kian and Jenna gasped at how quickly Anne mustered her extroverted social skills and got close to someone that fast.

“You really have something that makes people open up so quickly like that, girl.. but you have 0 survival instinct with strangers.” Kian responded after chewing his ramen while Jenna nodded agreeing to him.

“I suppose that’s a good thing though, right? We can get a help, if..” Both of them glared at her, with a “do not say what you want to say” expression on their face, warning her not to be careless in a terrain they barely knew.

“I said if! I wasn’t even wishing something would happen to us..!?” She exclaimed with pouty lips.

She heard it again, that eerie murmurs, not far from where she sat. Her heart started to beat faster than usual, before she moved her head to observe their surroundings. She knew something was off when Jenna said she heard a footstep. The urban legend about this forest being haunted by a virgin ghost, a woman who fell off from the cliff after having a heated argument with her fiance, also didn’t help her to shrug off that horrid feeling.

She wanted to tell them, but seeing Jenna’s laughter when Kian told her a joke made her feel bad. She didn’t want to ruin this long-planned trip they both have. Three of them had to clear off their weekend after countless attempts of doing so. It was hard even to do it so she decided to shrug it off.

“I have one more thing!” In her usual high pitch whenever she’s excited, she grabbed their attention only for them to see her digging her big cloth bag.

“Ta-daaa!” Two boxes full of home-made kimbab and sushi that she had prepared two days in advance made Kian and Jenna (almost) drooled.

Jovial expressions were plastered on both of their faces. “You should’ve told us sooner, GIRL?!” Both of them exclaimed in happiness while taking the boxes from her hand while Anne laughed so hard.

“I’m sorry if it didn’t suit the theme, like.. who would bring sushi and kimbab to a camping site?! But I wanted to make it special since we could barely even have time to bond like this, hehehe..” She felt like she had to do that, an explanation of her silly and sudden affectionate act, which indeed didn’t suit the meals you’d usually munch while camping.

“Nah, this is good. Thank you so much.” Kian starts to munch the kimbab. “Should we take a walk after this? I hear that this forest has the best river.” He waits for their response.

“Sure sure, I want to see that!” Anne exclaimed with joy and Jenna only nodded because her mouth was still full.

After finishing their last bite. They start walking to the nearest river. Bringing their important things and flashlight. Afraid when they are back it’s already dark.

Finally, they arrived. The river is so beautiful, we can see the sunset reflected on the water. They are busy taking some pictures when suddenly…

“Did you hear that?” Jenna shushes Kian and Anne. Both of them raised their eyebrows.

“Hear what? I only hear the splash of water.” Kian said but his instinct warned him to be aware of his surroundings.

“I hear something.. I hope it’s not a bear.” Jenna told them.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows across the dense forest. A chill wind whistled through the trees, carrying with it an eerie silence. They decided it was time to return to their tent, a small beacon of safety in the encroaching darkness.

As they trekked through the winding path, their conversation, once light and carefree, grew hushed, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig. Suddenly, a faint whisper pierced the tranquillity.

“Psst,” it seemed to call out from the depths of the woods.

Kian, ever the sceptic, dismissed it as a trick of the wind. “Probably just a prankster,” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction. Jenna and Anne, however, felt a shiver run down their spines.

The darkness deepened, enveloping the forest in a shroud of blackness. The only light came from the beam of their flashlights, cutting through the gloom like a feeble sword. A sudden gust of wind howled through the trees, and a strange, guttural sound echoed in the distance.

“Jenna…” a voice, soft and otherworldly, whispered from the darkness. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest as she clung to Anne.

“Did you hear that?” Kian asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Someone called Jenna.”

Before they could react, a figure emerged from the shadows, its face obscured by a horrifying mask. A blood-curdling scream erupted from the three friends as the masked figure lunged towards them.

“You can't escape me!” the figure cackled, its voice distorted and menacing.

The friends stumbled backward, their fear palpable. They knew they had to escape, but the darkness and the relentless pursuit of the masked figure made it seem impossible.

They starting to scream for help and throwing anything they could find at the masked figure. Stones, twigs, dirt, and other debris hit the masked figure. However, the masked figure only got closer to them. With all his strength, Kian quickly got up and helped Anne and Jenna escape as fast as they could. They ran towards their tent.

Without looking back, they kept their eyes straight ahead, their feet bringing them away from the masked figure. When they reached the tent, they saw a familiar person sitting and roasting marshmallows. They stopped in their tracks, catching their breath.

"AYA!?" Anne shouted, panting. "You guys scared me!" Aya said, confused by their terrified expressions. "It should be... us... saying that..." Jenna muttered, still trying to catch her breath.

"Aya! How did you get here!?" Kian urged, wanting her to explain.

"Oh, we were visiting a friend who lives nearby." Aya showed them a photo from her visit to her friend's house.

"Wait, I think I know this girl, so she’s your friend!?" Anne gasped, recognizing the girl she had met before.

"Let's talk about it later." Jenna signaled for them to leave as quickly as possible.

"Oh we… you said WE... could it be...?" Just as Kian was about to finish his sentence, the sound of footsteps made the three of them turn.

The masked figure was seen walking toward them. In a panic, they quickly grabbed nearby equipment. Jenna with an axe, Anne with a bow & arrow, and Kian with a sword.

"Whoa guys, where did you get all those weapons?" Aya exclaimed, wanting to touch it.

"Get back, Aya! The masked figure was chasing us," Jenna warned her. Aya quickly took cover behind them.

"By the way, guys, did you smell that? Something’s burning..." Anne sniffed the air. They followed the scent of smoke, and their eyes landed on the campfire, which was growing larger and higher.

"NO WAY! All my marshmallows are burnt!" Aya panicked.

"Quick, put it out with water!" Kian shouted to them.

The four of them were in disarray, frantically searching for water to put out the campfire. Fortunately, they managed to extinguish the flames quickly. The panic began to subside, and the sounds of chirping birds and a chilly wind filled the air. Their expressions became more relaxed and calm. Turning on the flashlights, looking at each other, with Jenna stifling laughter as she pointed at Aya, Anne, and Kian. Their dirty faces, covered in campfire ash. They burst into laughter, amused by each other's sooty faces.

"Oh God, I should take a picture of your faces." The masked figure laughed, patting Kian on the shoulder.

Suddenly, their laughter slowly stopped. The atmosphere turned tense and silent. The masked figure had been helping them out and standing next with them all along. But they only just realized the presence of the masked figure.

Feeling awkward, the masked figure started to clear his throat, breaking the silence, "Have you guys finished the task yet?".

Speechless, there was no response from Kian, Anne, and Jenna. The friends remains silent.

"See, I told you they wouldn't be scared," Aya scolded the masked figure.

"Since I won the bet, you get to drive us home." Aya humming cheerfully, looking pleased.

The masked figure caught the car keys thrown by Aya. "Hmph, okay, fine! But seriously, you guys aren't scared of me!?"

The masked figure grumbled as he removed his mask. The friends eyes widened in disbelief at what they saw.

"It's me, Kai! HellAUuRRR!" Kai greeted them, waving his hands in front of their faces.

Jenna's hand began to move to pick up the weapon that had fallen earlier. "We went through all that just to hear the TASK word from you!?”.

Her expression turned fierce as she said, "You know, I almost fainted when you were chasing," She threatened, gripping the axe. Anne and Kian joined in.

Kai gulping, his eyes blink oddly, "I- I greeted Jenna from afar… b- but she didn’t h- hear me…" He shuddered, trying to reassure them.

"So what?" The friends leaned closer to the scared Kai, who slowly stepped back. "Well Aya said she saw you all camping here… so I wanted to play with you guys… since it’s Halloween too."

Kai forced a smile, his face growing paler. "Aya, help me out!" he shouted, looking for support.

Aya simply huffed and nodded slowly, giving approval to Anne, Kian, and Jenna. As a result, the sounds of knocks and shouts echoed through their campsite.

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