When does this flame go down? When does it ever calm down? Will it ever disappear?
Will I be able to relieve this anguish?
That is the question that I ended up asking myself all over again.
I couldn't understand it. Many times, no matter what I have done, I wouldn't be able to keep myself controlled. There were many days when I couldn't get enough sleep continuously, and the same day replayed in my head.
But there were also many days where I would simply sleep soundly. What was the reason, those days, I would ask myself?
Yet the answer wouldn't be clear at all. But at the end of the day, what I need to do is pretty simple, isn't it?
To reach my goal.
STAB!
That was why I just stabbed the last demonic human that was right before me.
