~Y/N POV~

It's been a month.

A month.

I've not been able to bring myself to go back there. Once I explained to Yuna everything I have seen and found out, it made me come to one massive conclusion.

That I am going utterly insane.

This whole time I have remained in my dorm, attending classes online which Mr Gwan so graciously accepted. As far as I know he doesn't fully know what happened at The Cave. I don't think anyone does.

Yuna says no one has mentioned any death in the club or any girl missing. Not even a fight has been mentioned. It's as if the whole scene was cleaned up some how. Mostly from those seven that reside within the cave. Since you know, they're not human in the slightest.

UH. I don't like to think about them.

Grunting to myself, deep in thoughts I flop onto my stomach and thump a pillow over my head. I don't care that I can barely breathe. Just anything to stop my thoughts of them. I can't keep obsessing. I could go to them for more answers. But the best thing to do is stay away and not get involved with them.

The mission to find out why they can touch me has been aborted. They're not human. It's plain and simple. That's the reason. That's my answer.

But what keep's getting me is that I swear they are the royal guards of the Queen that was apparently executed. I saw their faces in that portrait from class and I've now seen their faces in person. I should of asked about it. I had the opportunity but I can't go back now.

Now I spend my days withering a way in my dorm room. Lights off all day and night. I force Yuna to live in it with me when she comes and goes between classes and dropping off food for me. I just can't bare it to leave my dorm. It's become my comfort place. A place of safety. Kind of.

The second week into my isolation, Jungkook was appearing my room every night. Begging me to come back and speak to him and the others. After many thrown pillows, cups, teddies and shoes, he eventually got the message and didn't come back. No sign of Taehyung though thankfully. That man gives me the shivers.

I have to stop thinking about all this.

*BANG*

As if god answered my prayers, a door slammed shut and before I could even make any movement my ankles are grabbed and I'm dragged off the bed. I squeal and turn on my back to fight off my assailant.

Yuna.

Im slapping my hands towards her masked face, trying to push her away but with her own gloved hands she pushes each attempt away with one hand. Both her knees locked me in underneath and her and pries my mouth open. I bite her finger and she curses at me with a laugh.

"Open up Y/n!! I'm trying to look after you!" Yuna

I open my mouth to retaliate but she took the opportunity to shove two blue pills into my mouth and push up my chin, forcing me to swallow. The moment she does that, i accept defeat. I hate those two pills, they taste disgusting and I hate how they make me feel better. I just want to feel low and isolated. It's better that way.

"Open." Yuna

She demands, letting go of my chin. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. She peers down closely, fully examining my mouth and then mumbles.

"Good." Yuna

Satisfied I swallowed those disgusting medications stuff, she finally gets off my body, throws the mask to her bed and strips off the long leather gloves. I bet she got some looks from other students walking into the dorms suited up like that. But it's for her safety I suppose, I act like an animal when I have to take pills. I have to be forced physically to take them. Past trauma you can say I guess.

"You really need to get out of here Y/n. It's not healthy." Yuna

I didn't say anything but sit up and stare at her back while she stands at the end of her bed, hands on her hips.

"I'm worried about you. I mean, I get everything you told me seems so fucked up but....." Yuna

She paused, shook her head looking down and turned to face me.

"You're not normal yourself. I know what I saw that night too." Yuna

I still kept quiet and looked down to my hands on my lap.

"Nobody knows about it. Obviously those guys did damage control some how but they did." Yuna

I still didn't say anything. Not really much I could say and I don't like the way she is staring me down right now. I feel like a child being scolded by a parent and right now I know it's deserved but I won't admit that.

"And you and I both know they did that for you." Yuna

My eyes met hers and we stayed like that in silence.

I do know that. Strangely I do.

"Fine. I'll go out."

I said after much silence between us. Yuna's eyes lit up and she quickly threw a t-shirt at me from her bed.

"Good, but shower first and then put that on. You stink." Yuna

I blinked, stunned but did as I was told and showered, dressed and left the dorm room with Yuna. Wearing long sleeves allowed me to link arms with her as we walked out the dorm building and made a beeline for the library.

I did to do some research and since research is part of my history class, I know resources should be within the library.

Yuna didn't ask questions. She was just as curious as I was. I could of done research on my phone or laptop but I think the resources in the campus library which so happens to be a public library also, will have the exact answers I'm looking for.

Without looking at anyone in the library, I dragged Yuna to the very back of the shelves, deep within the racks of books and far away from everyone else. The deeper we travelled within the library the more darker it seemed to get. Probably due to lack of lighting but still quite a chilling atmosphere. But it's where all the old books are and I know what I need to see is in those old books. I can feel it in my bones.

As we approached the very back, there was a small rounded table with two small seats on either side in the centre of the tight space. It was enough for the both of us to use. Yuna silently took a seat and took out her phone as I went straight into the history books about previous royalty.

More specifically the 1500's history books. I found three for the moment. Old brown leather, two very well looked after while the third seemed to be on it's last life.

"There's no signal back here." Yuna

She pouted at her phone, one hand on her cheek, huffed and placed her phone down as I came to sit across from her at the table. Passing one well cared for book to her to read while I look through the old one.

"Really?" Yuna

"Yes." I deadpanned and began opening the book carefully.

I ignored her sigh and I flipped over the first page carefully as the paper seemed brittle.

In silence we both flicked through our books. Yuna dramatically sighing here and there but each time I ignore her. If she wants me out of the dorm then she should be thankful I am.

As time goes by I eventually come across the same Princess Aria. The same link to Queen Aria. No known mother, but states mother died at birth. Father was King Minjun. No nannies of that time. She became queen at twenty years old when her father died and never married nor had children.

This had to be her.

I turned over the page, ignoring another sigh from Yuna and seen a portrait of a crowned queen. She was sitting tall on a solid gold throne that matched the solid gold goblet and staff she held in her small hands. A heavy looking gold crown with red ruby jewels sat on the top of her head but her face covered in a red veal that matched her red dress. She looked memorizing. She screamed power yet delicate. Someone that could be deceiving as weak but could not be touched.

Under the picture were her name, Queen Aria coronation, 1534.

Turning over the page was another portrait. This time seven individuals were sitting together, posing. Four standing behind the first three in the front on heavy set chairs made of hard silver. Each man baring a serious expression, no smiles or seems of joy. Each man's hair was styled, combed back off their faces, wolf fur over their shoulders and heavy black boots. Swords positions on their sides, apart from the seated three. Their swords were positioned beside their chairs, their one hand gripping onto the handle to keep it up right. The middle man resting his sword upwards between his legs, his hands lazily clasped over the top of the thick handle.

The Seven Guards of Queen Aria, 1535.

And each of their faces.

I have seen before.

Every. Single. Face.