My nights gradually became agonizing as the black figure crept closer to me.
So unfamiliar, so towering. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep; it stood at the foot of my bed, silently watching me.
Three days ago, I had already asked Mr. Garrett for leave because this black shadow had begun to interfere with my life. While at work, I always felt it lurking in the corners. The work in the basement came to a complete halt. I began to fear the darkness because it would make its silhouette overwhelmingly vast, vast enough to occupy my mind.
Noticing my distraction, Shuishui and Medusa tried everything to catch my attention these past few days. What Mr. Scholar called a normal phenomenon was making me start to feel abnormal. I stared at the water surface, not seeing that emaciated figure, my appearance; it was becoming more and more similar to that dark shadow, as if about to merge into one.
