Chapitre 153: [Blood Of Fallen] [9]

"....."

I looked blankly at the ceiling of the hotel room. The night lamp flickered on and off as I kept pushing the button.

My body sank deep within the bed, lying comfortably.

A full day had passed since I met that weird man named Sam.

A new morning had arrived, but I kept myself holed up in the room, lacking the strength to walk out.

"....What was that?" I mumbled to myself, feeling increasingly tired.

No matter how much I tried to understand what had happened to me, I just couldn't.

At that time I felt like my chest was burning, and a voice kept echoing in my mind.

A voice that felt distant yet close.

A voice I didn't recognize but felt like I should.

But the more I looked at that portrait, the more it gave me a familiar sense of déjà vu from the depths of my memories.

"What was that?"

I asked again, but not to myself, rather to El.

[...I don't know. I can't see what's going on in your mind.]