[Jevan perspective]
The voices didn't calm down. On the contrary, they kept getting louder and louder, as if the spirits found a special pleasure in screaming inside my head. I gripped the mask tightly, then tore it off and put it back on again, but none of it worked.
Raghu was floating near me, and even though he didn't say a word, I felt that he pitied me. I think he should pity himself, not me. I'm the living one here, and he's the one dead in a pathetic way, not the other way around.
I took the mask off and smashed my head against the wall again and again until my skin cracked and blood ran down my face. But the wounds healed quickly, and the cycle began again. Blow… bleeding… healing… then again.
"What are you doing, you lunatic?!"
I laughed and kept smashing my head, answering without stopping.
"I'm trying to silence these voices."
"All you have to do is find Valentine and kill him!"
I stopped for a moment, leaning my bleeding forehead against the wall and exhaling.
