"Tell me about your current state of mind." The tree spoke. It conjured up the shape of the faceless figure and sat down on the white chair.
For a single moment, feeling the weight of gloom on his senses, Silas held his break, opening his eyes. He opened his mouth and cried.
Words failed to form as his mind was clouded with insanity. "...Ah….homklw...."
Gibberish words spoken out his mouth like unending garbage. He didn't deserve sanity.
His contracting muscles screamed out in pain as Silas repeatedly crushed his head to the white floor.
Looking at the red blood, it reminded him of the death he caused. Lura and his unborn child.
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die.
He should just die. Why did he come here?
He clenched his hand so hard that the nails on his fingers ate away his flesh, reminding the fact that he was still alive.
Suddenly, the violent sweet aroma slid into his nostrils. It calmed his mind, pulling his mind away from the insanity.
Once again, he returned to the sanity.
