[Warning: Emotional, mention of stillbirth/murder]
Gasping for breath I rolled out of bed, almost falling to the floor. A bright light shone through the cracks in the curtain, showing an empty room.
"Host," System called out in a panic, "Host, I received the memories from a life before Zhiyue. We were wrong, we were so wrong."
"Make it go away," I whimpered between tears.
"I can't Host, you know that," System replied in a gentle tone, "you have Izzy now though."
Izzy.
I glanced around the room noticing the small droplets of Noah's blood still lingered on the cream, cotton bedsheet that seemed soaked in sweat. So were my pyjamas.
My skin crawled with the sensation of fresh sweat dripping down my back.
"What did you do?" I asked System whilst stiffly making my way to the door.
