In the dim light of the blue-tiled toilet, the air felt heavy, suffocating, and everything was blurred around the edges, as if reality itself was slipping away. A hand—was it mine?—gripped a cold, steel knife, the metal glistening unnaturally in the flickering light, while a young boy stood before me, blissfully unaware of the horror that loomed.

Without thinking, the blade plunged into his flesh. Stab. Stab. Stab. Each thrust was a nightmarish rhythm, punctuated by the boy's anguished screams that reverberated in the silence. Blood sprayed, painting the ground in a chilling crimson as his wide eyes mirrored pure terror.

With a final, desperate thrust, the knife sank deep, and the boy fell lifeless to the floor.

…

I woke up suddenly, drenched in cold sweat, the horrific scene still vivid in my mind, the panic twisting my insides.