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The streets were filled with translucent figures, some weeping, others screaming. I recognized a few of them; they were the victims who had been turned into "Lychee." It turned out that my right eye had gained the ability to see ghost.
"It seems you have awakened," said the man in black. "This is a rite of passage for every new member. Your eyes will grow stronger until..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a terrible scream erupted from him. I was shocked to see the "Lychee" in his right eye socket melting away, black liquid streaming down his cheek. The other One-Eyed Men around us began to scream as well. Their "Lychee" burst one after another, black smoke pouring from their eye sockets.
The translucent ghost suddenly became clear, lunging at the One-Eyed Men and tearing at their bodies. I turned and ran, the air filled with their agonizing cries. My right eye throbbed painfully, my vision flooded with horrific images: twisted faces, bleeding eyes, and countless hands reaching out toward me.
I didn't know how long I ran until I collapsed exhausted at my doorstep. As I fumbled for my keys, I noticed my right hand glowing. More precisely, it was my right eye emitting a faint red light in the darkness, just like those "Lychee."
My life had spiraled completely out of control. Ever since that night, my right eye had become abnormally sensitive. During the day it was manageable, but at night, terrifying visions would flood into my sight uncontrollably. Walking down the street, I could see distorted figures curled up in the shadows; passing by the hospital, countless translucent patients reached out from the walls; even at home, unfamiliar ghost would suddenly dangle from the ceiling, staring at me with hollow eye sockets.
The most frightening part was that my right eye began to experience hallucinations.
Sometimes I suddenly see my hands melting, or my reflection in the mirror turning into a stranger. The doctor says it's severe post-traumatic stress disorder, but I know that's not true.
That night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Cautiously, I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. In the hallway stood a man in a suit, wearing sunglasses, but I could see a faintly glowing "Lychee" embedded in his right eye socket.
"I know you're in there," he said. "Let's talk."
I hesitated for a moment but eventually opened the door. The man took off his sunglasses, revealing that strange right eye.
"My name is Chen Ming, and I'm one of the members of the 'Club.'"
I took a step back, my right hand instinctively reaching for the baseball bat behind the door.
"Don't be nervous," he smiled. "I'm here to help you. I know you're suffering right now—those hallucinations, that ghost... but it's all temporary. If you join us, you can fully control this ability."
Suddenly, my right eye throbbed with pain, and the scene before me began to distort. Chen Ming's face became translucent, and I saw maggots crawling inside his skull. I blinked hard, and the illusion vanished.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Eternal life," Chen Ming replied. "And power. Through 'Lychee', we can not only extend our lifespan but also gain special abilities. Your eyes are unique; with proper... treatment, they could become one of the most powerful 'Lychee's."
A wave of nausea washed over me. At that moment, I noticed several translucent figures standing behind Chen Ming. They were the victims I had seen in the basement, frantically shaking their heads at me.
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