The silence only breaks at the sound of her heavy breathing and the racing of her heart.

A girl sits in a spacious room with no doors, windows, or any light fixtures, yet the bright light of the room embraces her, leaving no trace of shadow.

The illumination enhances the paleness of her white skin and the sheen of her messy bleached hair. The only opposing color in the room are the dark circles hanging under her tired blank eyes.

Long ago the girl would have been considered a true beauty; now she's nothing more than a ghost of her former self.

Now, she sits in the corner in a cradled position. She tries to shut her eyes to block out the blinding light, but it's strong enough to penetrate through her eyelids.

Gradually, the silence breaks as the sound of whispering voices echoes through her mind.

These voices begin to scream, so violently that their words couldn't be interpreted as anything but white noise.

She knows the voices wouldn't stop until she does what they want. So, she reluctantly picks herself off the floor and walks through the vast room until she reaches the center.

Across from her is a table cluttered with numerous artifacts both small and large.

Some of the table's relics included precious antiques such as Japanese combs and small silver flasks. There are other less fancy items on the table, including a bent fork, a rabbit's foot key-chain, and a worn-out pack of playing cards. Each of them unique in their own ways and sorted out randomly like a display table from a yard sale.

As the girl reaches the edge of the table, she shuts her eyes and waves her hands over the items placed before her. She does this while slowly walking around the table's sides, her hands barely hovering over each item.

After a moment of silent searching, she reaches down and picks something up.

Opening her eyes, she sees she is holding a zippo lighter. Looking closely, this particular lighter looked like it was made from sterling silver with a golden tracing on the edges. It was severely damaged with a circular hole where it appears that a bullet had pierced .

Clasping the lighter tightly in her hand, she senses a new presence in the room appear right behind her, but she stays calm.

She turns to see a pure white figure standing behind her, his countenance and clothing blends in with the room, making him practically invisible. Aside from the lack of color in his clothing, it's easy to tell this man is wearing some sort of military uniform. Judging by the make and equipment he bears, he resembles a WWII Paratrooper.

But what is most unique about him is the fact that his face is completely clouded in an obscuring mist, making his identity indistinguishable. She steps closer to face the trooper and stares directly at the spot where his eyes should be.

Then in the blink of an eye, the room becomes distorted and begins to shift in size with new colors pouring in from all directions. The light then fades away and her vision dissolves entirely.

When the changes stopped, she knew she was no longer in the room. She wasn't even in her own body anymore.

She is now looking through the eyes of a man, a soldier, sitting in the body of some sort of ancient aircraft, packed with a platoon of soldiers.

They are flying at a dizzying height over mountain terrain in the middle of a firefight. Various thoughts run through her mind, but only half of them are her own, while the other half belonged to the soldier whose mind she inhabited.

She felt his fears merge with her own as well as his sudden urge to smoke a cigarette. With that he pulled one out of his shirt pocket as well as silver lighter that looked just like the one she had picked up earlier in the white room, only without the massive dent.

He sticks a hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth, but before he could light it, a red siren blares throughout the plane. Everyone begins to stand up and the soldier, still having the cigarette in his mouth, puts the lighter back in his pocket.

Standing next to the door is a man who the girl, judging by the height of his stature and authoritative tone, figured was the commander of these troops. While wrapping up a what seemed like a very inspirational speech, he unlatches the plane's exit hatch and it swings open with creaking jerk.

The whistling wind and thunderous explosions flying out below her is enough to twist the soldier's stomach into complicated knots. The soldier stands without the girl's thoughts having any control of his action, so she is just going along for ride in this memory.

As this cold reality started sink in, a loud buzzer rang throughout the platoon and the commander's voice cried out: "Times up men! Let's move!!".

The soldier rushes for the door alongside dozens of soldiers around him.

"Let's Go, Go, Go, Go!! Fall Out!!"

Her mind is almost crippled by the fear of falling into the explosive fray below, but without a shred of hesitation, the soldier dives headfirst into battle.

Free falling at an accelerating speed, they bob and weave through the air, with bullets and shrapnel zooming in from all directions.

After a few strenuous seconds, he turns himself upright, reaches behind his back and pulls a cord on the pack he wore, allowing the chute to erupt and break his fall. With a great jolt, the chute sends him back a few feet up into the air before he resumes falling at a new controlled pace.

With what seemed like trained hands, he reaches around his waist, pulls out a carbine gun that was clipped to his side, and swiftly locks and loads the gun in a naturally fluent motion. After a deep breath, he begins firing down towards the enemy's location.

Even with training, using a firearm in a situation like this would be painstakingly difficult, but this man aims like a true marksman, firing with adept accuracy and flawless reloading. After drifting through chaos with many near misses, he hits the ground running in at the base of the mountain that was surrounded by battle.

But sadly, the girl knew he wouldn't make it any further than this. As he's in the middle of ripping off his chute, a concealed shooter snipes him in the back, piecing him right through the heart. She could tell that the pain was unbearable. This is because she felt every morsel of it as though it's happened to her own body.

This didn't come as a surprise to girl one bit, in fact she could almost count the seconds spent on the ground between then and now. Though she somehow known 100% that this would happen, there is nothing she could do.

The soldier falls to his knees and keels over with the surety of death while both of their minds quietly fade away. But before the girl's mind absorbs the darkness, a bright light flows into her eyes.

And just like that, the girl is back in the white room again, face-to-face with the soldier with no face.

He was now the one holding out the lighter that she held in her own hand only moments ago.

Without saying a word, she takes the lighter from his hand and replaces it on the table. The moment it touches the table she senses the personage's presence vanish, but this too was expected. Whatever that thing was, he only remains in the room while she held onto the lighter.

She's glad he left too, because the second he disappeared, the girl fell to her knees as she crumbled from a mixture of stress, fatigue, and panic.

After several deep breaths, the girl regains her composure and rises unsteadily back to her feet. Just like that, she begins to hesitantly search the table for another item to pick.

Like the silver lighter, each these items bring forth a new personage similar to the last, but each with their own unique trait that matched their artifact. She continues to go through several scenarios, all different except for one crucial detail; they always ended with their owners demise.

The deck of cards sends her to the final performance a famous escape artist, just moments before a new experimental routine goes terribly wrong.

The Japanese comb sends her to the Kamakura period, where a lone warrior faces against a horde of invaders for her last battle.

The rabbit's foot key-chain places her in the driver's seat of a speeding racer taking the lead of a winding track right before the engine bursts into flames.

Again and again she picks up a new item and experiences another individual's life only to die soon after. To suffer all of these deaths over and over again would be enough to drive anyone insane. She still trembles uncontrollably from the first experience.

She couldn't take it anymore.

At last, after dying in 47 different scenarios, there's only one item left that remained untouched. This was also the item that she feared the most. Unlike the other artifacts, and much like the faces of the strangers in the room, it was something that she couldn't see too clearly. It just sat there as a mysterious blur.

She stares at it intensely, and began to reach down towards it with hesitation. But then, with a shriek, she pulls her hand back and begins to cry as she falls onto her knees.

"Please no more! I can't take it anymore!"

She begs desperately as she curls down on the floor. Tears run down from her burning red eyes and exhausted face as she stammers her pleas.

Suddenly the room isn't empty anymore as dozens of figures begin to manifest from all directions. The girl stares up to see the faceless personages in terror as they surround her.

The whispering in her mind, which had already sounded like shouting, explode like endless firecrackers going off in her skull.

Then, as quickly as it started, everything just stops. The personages froze in place as though time stood still. The voices had also stepped back to silent whispers.

Shortly after, the sound of footsteps echo from somewhere in the back of the crowd. They echoes louder and louder in the empty space to the point where they muffled the sound of the girl's sobbing. The faceless crowd began to make a path to the center where she was laying.

The girl looks up at the approaching figure, only to see nothing more than a giant personified blur heading toward her. The ominous feeling she'd had in her chest grew stronger as she stared at the figure in absolute horror.

Now hanging over her, tilting its head almost like it is staring curiously about her, it gently reaches across the table for the final item. Picking it up, the being hunches back down over her. As if like it was trying to speak, the creature makes an inhuman roar that was like the low rolling of thunder.

"No! Get away from me! Just stay away! Stay away!"

She screams over and over again. Her tears began to cloud her vision, but she makes out the horrible figure as it begins to tremble in fury right before it swoops down towards her.

Before she even had a chance to scream one last time, everything fades to black once more.