[Don't worry. I'll make sure to make it quick.]
A certain voice hung in the air. It was gentle, yet carried a gravity that brought my attention away from the darkness that clung to me from all directions.
...I gradually opened my eyes.
Two lackluster gray eyes appeared before me.
Or… felt like it. I knew that it wasn't possible since the one talking was inside the TV screen.
TV screen...
TV screen?
'Huh?'
[This is the last step, right? ...The last step before my hell is finally over?]
Hearing the familiar words, the haze in my mind cleared up.
The world around me became clear, and so did the TV.
That's when I also finally managed to see the figure within it.
He stood solitary, amidst the wreckage. The landscape lay strewn with debris and shattered structures. The world around him seemed to have halted, frozen in a moment in time.
In that instant, the dullness in his gaze faltered, and what appeared to replace it was something akin to... anguish.
Grief?
