Randy Marsh stumbles out to take out the trash, humming a tune under his breath. Suddenly, masked figures—male and female, dressed in traditional yet menacing Chinese garb with glowing red talismans—spring from the shadows. The chill night air is pierced by Randy’s startled gasp as they seize him, binding his hands and muffling his cries before whisking him away into the van.
Through the barred van window, Randy Marsh sees the towering gates, guarded by stoic sentinels in blood-red uniforms. Ancient lanterns flicker, casting eerie shadows over the stone path leading inside. The air crackles with a sinister energy as the guards drag Randy through the labyrinthine halls, the clinks of heavy chains echoing in the gloom.
Randy Marsh[/@ch_1] into a long-sleeve, traditional Chinese red dress with a stiff belt-skirt, the fabric shimmering with an unnatural glow.]
He protests, but a female guard sneers, tightening the belt. "You will wear this as a mark of your new life—forever trapped in the Crimson Abyss," she declares. The other guards mock him, their laughter bouncing off the stone walls as Randy’s face burns with humiliation and fear.
Randy Marsh is shoved inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Alone at last, he sinks to the floor, his dress pooling about him. He gazes at the tiny barred window, his vision blurring with tears as he thinks of his family—Stan, Shelly, and Sharon—and friends—Gerald, Stuart, and Stephen—whose faces flicker through his mind.
Randy Marsh[/@ch_1] in a constant, ghostly glow.]
He cannot hold back his sobs. "I just want to go home... Stan, Sharon, Shelly… please, someone, find me," he whispers, voice breaking. The weight of forever settles on his shoulders as tears run down his cheeks, staining the red silk.
Randy Marsh[/@ch_1] sits cross-legged on the cold stone floor, his head bowed. He begins to sing a soft, mournful tune—a solo that echoes his longing and heartbreak.]
[@ch_1_d]"Out here alone, the night never ends,
Missing my family, missing my friends,
If only they'd find me, if only they'd try,
But here in the crimson, all I can do is cry."[/@ch_1_d]
His voice trembles, fading into sad, lonely snores as exhaustion finally overtakes him.
Randy Marsh[/@ch_1] sleeps fitfully, snoring softly, his dreams haunted by memories of home.]
The camera lingers on his tear-streaked face, curled up in the corner of the haunted cell, as the world outside moves on—unaware of the soul trapped forever in the Crimson Abyss.
