His eyes couldn't adjust fast enough, he wanted to see the person who had been haunting his unconscious mind for months now. The one who drew him in and threw him out as he pleased.
He kept blinking them but the vision seemed to be getting worse, not better. Especially for someone like him, seeing through only a single eye. This caused panic to swirl up within him.
It wasn't that he was afraid for his life, this was still the game if remembered correctly. But it was about what the place made him feel, there was nothing like it. The closest he could compare it with was when he was dying, on the streets, alone.
Apart from feeling worse than death, he wanted to see before he was thrown out again, maybe if he could see he could make sense of things. He could make sense of why the game followed him in the real world.
"Okay Kiro, calm down." He tried talking himself down a notch.
