JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 8
「Your body is in pain.」
「Your body is dying.」
I want to laugh at the nagging system. How long has my body been in pain? I don't know, but since the moment I was born, I was in pain. Nothing ever worked my way, not even in the slightest.
'I'm already dead, I don't have a soul.'
A chuckle leaves my lips, as I find the situation amusing. Why did I believe that woman's words, anyway? Maybe, it's because I'm the one who summoned her —she does know about the ritual, after all.
Putting my pain and problems away, I attempt to stand. The small hairy monsters, however, jump on my back, forcing me to the ground again. But in the end, my shaking legs did it.
As I take large amounts of air, I hear a concerned voice directed at me:
"Mister, are you okay?"
The psychiatrist holding the woman down, says in a more pitiful tone:
