(Clarification: Each star represents a different perspective of the same story based off the pictures. Mild maturity.) ✶ Hyuk - Han Sanghyuk ✶ ✩ I lift up my arms studying the strings on me curiously. They're all over me, on my arms, my hands, my legs, and my shoulders. Brushing it off, I look around. The room is kinda dark but there isn’t much to see. To my side is a stool, and sitting underneath it, a little doll. It has an X stitched for one eye and and small red button for the other. I pull it out from under the stool and hop on it settling myself in the seat. As I study the doll, a chill comes over me. For some reason, the strings around me seem to tighten. I wonder why. ✩ I put myself against the bars reaching out as far as I could to anything, but nothing was in reach. I fall back away from the bars and let my head hang low. The wire connected to my arm reels back forcing it up into the air, I feel roughness form on another patch of my skin, it feels as if it was being burnt and charred. I try to pull my arm away as I yell in agony, but even as I do it continues to turn into the rough wooden texture. I need to end this curse.