Azuma opened his eyes.
The dim room was the same as before, empty and dark.
His mind was still foggy as if he was not in reality but inside a hazy dream where everything feels strange and nothing makes actual sense.
An odd feeling after experiencing clarity in that 'parallel'.
Azuma averted his gaze from the ceiling and quietly looked at the small bottle of pills on his bedside table.
"Take this," Ezra had said, proudly, "By the time you finished 'em all, you will feel like a different person."
Now he wondered why he wanted to be different. What was there that needed to be changed?
A lot many questions came to his mind, but for the time being, Azuma pushed them away.
There were more important things to do now. Even though a lot of things were unclear about last night, Azuma couldn't forget what Asura had told him.
The harbingers.
…of what exactly?
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