As soon as Henry's voice freed me from the pain, the tear in the tabletop healed and was glazed over by the crystals—and together with the screams in my mind subsiding, the coin appeared in my hand.
I was forced to see myself flipping it again without wanting to, as I broke my promise to Henry involuntarily.
It had been some time since that had happened, since I had been forced to see the many hands uncover the woman on the coin.
Palm, black, eyes and ears uncovered; correct future of Henry.
I appear inside a room; to be exact, it is a green-colored room.
Groaning, I press my palms against my eyes as soon as I spot the wall color, not wanting to witness explicit shit again, especially not when I had already given Henry a hand—when I had already touched Henry today for the fucking first time, in addition to me being still pissed off because of that Pony fucker.
I am freed from any visual impact, but that doesn't mean my ears are pardoned.
