[Walter Ignis's POV]
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Standing in front of the mirror, my eyes look closely at the scene in front of me. The face was mine, yet I couldn't believe it. The short bowl cut and those deadpan eye bags around my eyes. With one look anyone can tell that I haven't slept for ages.
'Was that all a dream?' I thought as I looked around the clean yet cheap bathroom of the shabby apartment where I was living. My mother died a long time ago, while my father who somehow got caught up with the loan sharks, was now paying their bills by working in the same High School where I am supposed to study.
"Breath Walter! We need to be calm about this situation. Let's start from the very basic," I calmed myself as I always did. My eyes turned around to survey the things.
Trash. Sink. Mirror. Lightbulb. Power Socket. Plastic. Electricity.
