Taking a deep breath, I sat on the edge of my bed. The nightmare lingered, leaving me feeling terrible, with a heavy weight settling in my heart.
Shit, I hated feeling like this. I fidgeted on the bed, and Verple woke up, looking at me with concern.
"I'm fine, go back to sleep," I muttered, realizing it was still dawn.
Gideon might be right—I'm not as heartless as I pretend to be. I've buried my feelings so deeply that my unconscious self was fighting to bring them to the surface.
Damn it! What should I do now? The memory of the long-haired man was still incomplete, and it has been four days!
Forget it. I should keep myself busy—hunt some monsters or Malevolent Marauders. Anything to distract myself from complicated thoughts.
"Verple, wait here. I want to go by myself," I declared, standing up and donning my overcoat.
"Master, do you need this mask?" Verple inquired, showing me the one she used yesterday.
