Sep 10, 2019
.09.10.
12:17 AM...
It's like something straight out of a dream. One that is naive and ludicrous and completely idealistic, catering so blatantly to a childish fantasy of hope that he would never dare to entertain otherwise. Monoma rouses from bed in an instant the very same second he hears a distant sound outside the room, so faint he's sure it's his imagination. Paranoia and anxiety races in his chest, a sudden fear hitting him that he's hallucinating it all, a worse terror joining in at the thought that he wasn't, that he was being visited by a possessive shadow of his darker past.
In a way, he's right.