Jin was halfway to the other building when everything got weird. Their initial thought was that this was some kind of nightmare. Jin had plenty in the past - still had recurring ones that were a nasty mix of real memory and childhood phobia. Muttering a hellish mix of Japanese and English curse words, Jin fiddled with their uniform jacket, and pulled something from the back.

They'd never actually had to use the knife they kept taped to the back of their jacket. Simply having it made Jin feel better and safer. Jin gave the blade a little poke, hissing at the pain slightly but keeping their thumb there until a tiny bead of blood welled up. The world stayed the same. Gray, and screaming, with fresh... fresh... no, this had to be some kind of joke.

"Fuck, this is bad. This is way bad..." With a nervous exhale, Jin made sure the knife was securely gripped, and started to make their way slowly down the hall. The trick was not to panic in the dark, to keep your head on swivel and not to believe you were safe unless there was a safe corner to put your back to. 

Right now, there were no safe corners.

"Allright, whatever the fuck this nonsense is... I'm ready for it."