SCHNUCKY
PROLOGUE

The man ran and continued swinging his legs as quickly as possible leaving something behind him. Occasionally his frightened face turned to make sure that something was not chasing him.

His breath was often almost lost so much because of the fear that so penetrated.

Whereabouts? Where's the exit?!

The man continued to run and the labyrinth wall made of living plants seemed to mock him who was unable to find a route that could get him out of that place.

Oh God! Get me out of here, please!!!

His pias face was increasingly clear, combined with breathing that had been depressed to the end of the throat seeped with fatigue that enveloped all the fibers of his muscles.

The longer the man was getting sluggish and finally the pain that touched the spleen made him have to stop his steps.

O Allah. This path seems endless...

The man complained, and failed to understand the events he was experiencing at this time. He himself did not know for sure, why he fell into this place. He did not understand, why would he have to experience this kind of thing?

As he remembered, he had just put on a blanket, anticipating the cold that filled his room. Drowsiness that comes slowly begins to marry both eyelids are also tired after a day of observing the scenery from dawn until Twelve in the morning.

But he was suddenly in this place, trapped in a labyrinth that seemed to give no way to get out. The man leaned over and focused both hands on his knees, and threw out the breath he felt so tight.

"Aryan.....? Where are you.....?"

A woman's voice echoed again on the walls of the labyrinth. The voice was so familiar. It's a voice from the past. A voice that has been appearing in his dreams lately.

Arya, the man, is convinced that the experience she is experiencing right now is a dream. The *c*onsius section in the far corner of the subsconcius region in his mind rebelled and told himself that this was something unreal, not real, only a virtual real is plastered from a few bytes of the organic components of his own brain.

But it feels more real than life itself.

Arya is already full of dealing with terror and challenges throughout her career as an entrepreneur. But the terror this time, is a terror that can not be eliminated even though he had to hire an elite squad to muzzle the owner of the terror.

The terror continues to haunt him starting from a conversation that accidentally brought back the past. A time he so wanted to forget because it was too painful to remember again.

It was the most unhappy time for him personally. The guilt that arose from that event to date is so difficult to remove.

"I feel like karma has really slapped us, Arya" said his best friend at one point when he visited her at a hospital.

"You remember Schnucky?" bring up his best friend suddenly.

"You still remember that?" hiss Arya squinted her eyes.

His friend smiled. "Arya, to this day, that guilt remains. It won't go away, Arya." lamented his best friend.

"Then... have you ever let go of that name in front of your wife?" search Arya.

His best friend smiled, "I closed the meeting really that story from Rahmi. Until now, he did not know the sin that we both did, Arya.." said his best friend then complained a little and then continued to talk. "Arya. before you find it. That sin will not disappear. Trust me. I've experienced it."

Arya just smiled, "Then do you think I should look for her where?" arya said with a little annoyance.

"I have little time left, Arya." said his best friend. "I'm only asking you one request."

"What's that?" ask Arya.

"If you find it.. send my greetings to him.. say.. I am very sorry and very sorry because.. I cannot make up for it.." said his friend.

Arya smiled back.

...****...

"Find you, Arya!" shout that sound.

Arya was stunned from her daydream and looked at the figure before her. The figure was a woman in a long hijab with clothes that had been torn here and there. Next to ********* that round it looks timidly poking out of the torn fabric.

The bottom, a long skirt, was also torn, covered with dust and blood flowed from the private part covered in the skirt, it flowed down his legs and made a clear trail as he stepped his feet.

"You! You!" Arya could only say the word while gasping helplessly controlling the control of her suddenly paralyzed body.

"Arya.. You have to take responsibility for what you did!" exclaimed the woman with her face that looked violent.

Arya felt her breathing stop in her throat.[]