He had the voice of an angel, soothing every cell inside my body. The sense of helplessness crawled inside of my brain, reliving the life of the character I'm seeing. He had the same charity as I had when Clementine was alive.
The man who I had been portraying all this time reminded me of my past life, a life that I will never forget. The only difference that the guy had was his alive sister, and mine went elsewhere inside this game.
My persona stood and walked towards the fridge. Every step the character took, the man exhaled. Upon sliding the colourless fridge open, there was nothing that could greet my eyes. It was flooding inside and out of the container. The shelves had nothing, not even leftovers, to fill their stomachs. It was only the specs of dust that contained the warm cold storage.
"I promise, Himari. I will get you something to eat," the man said, and sauntered into a room.
