Chapter 179 - Teaser

There's a rhythm to this place, a kind of humming underneath the cold, sterile walls. Actually, it's not kind, not even gentle, but it's consistent, well… sometimes, consistency is mercy, isn't it? This is the third week of my recovery, and I haven't gone mad today, yes, today I didn't. With all honesty, I still see them, the fractured shadows that whisper they know, like they were born in my veins and were just simply returning home. Sometimes, I see them leaning from the corners of the facility, sometimes they look tall and armored, sometimes… they are crouching like children with knives behind their backs. I can still hear some voices, well… some speak urgently, some were screaming, and some tried to soothe me in a mother tongue I don't understand at all. However, I no longer answer or mind them, well… not all of them. And Dr. Veracious says that's a process. Good news, isn't it?