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The street was filled with translucent figures, some weeping and others screaming. I recognized a few of them; they were the victims turned into "Lychee." It turned out that my Right Eye had gained the ability to see ghosts.
"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 horrific scream erupted from him. To my shock, I saw the Lychee in his Right Eye 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 ghosts suddenly became clear, lunging at the One-Eyed Men and tearing at their bodies. I turned and ran, the air filled with their anguished cries. My Right Eye throbbed painfully, my vision flooded with terrifying images: twisted human 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 extraordinarily sensitive. During the day it was manageable, but at night, horrifying visions would uncontrollably flood my sight. 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, strange ghosts would suddenly dangle from the ceiling, staring at me with hollow eye sockets.
The most terrifying part was that my Right Eye began to show 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 it.
That night, I was trying to fall asleep when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. Cautiously, I walked to the door and peered through the peephole. In the hallway stood a man in a suit, wearing sunglasses, but I could see a softly glowing "Lychee" nestled 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 eerie right eye.
"My name is Chen Ming, and I'm one of the members of the 'Club.'"
I stepped 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 in pain right now—those hallucinations, those ghosts... but they're temporary. If you join us, you'll be able to fully control this ability."
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my right eye, 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 lives but also gain special abilities. Your eyes are very special; with proper... treatment, they could become one of the most powerful 'Lychees.'"
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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