บท 199: I am you, from the future.

The oppressive atmosphere was punctuated by the sound of labored breathing, which reverberated ominously through the dimly lit space. 

The steady drip of blood as it hit the hard floor added to the unsettling ambiance, while the all-encompassing silence was almost suffocating in its intensity.

In the oppressive stillness and pitch-black darkness, a voice pierced through, a female voice that was eerily familiar.

"Yuri," the voice called out, strained and feeble, as though it was a struggle to even utter the word.

The darkness seemed to swallow the voice, as if it were emanating from a great distance. It was a female voice, familiar yet unrecognizable in the thick blackness.

"Y..uri," it called again, the sound strained and desperate, as if the speaker were in pain.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of the voice gasping for air. It was clear that whoever it belonged to was struggling to speak.