AN ESPER'S MOAN IS HIS TRUEST CONFESSION. SO GET YOUR ASS MOVING, YOU BASTARDS, AND SATISFY THEIR COCKS!!!
Those words rang out loud, pounding directly against the ears of a young man whose head rested heavily against a wooden table. It was as though someone had bent down to scream into his skull, the words vibrating through his bones.
What's going on? Didn't I… die?
"Do you have a death wish, Orion Morgan?!"
The sudden roar stabbed through the fog in his mind, louder than the first voice, jolting him upright. His long, silky black hair fell over his face as his eyes snapped open. He raised his head sluggishly, blinking in confusion.
Orion Morgan? Is that… me?
