I wake up before the sun has even decided to peek over the horizon. Rolling over, I find that I'm alone. Slowly getting dressed, I hesitate for only a moment before buckling Muramasa on. There's no sense in angering the sword first thing this morning.
Pulling aside one of the golden tapestries, I look outside the Orange Bubble. Even with the distortion of the dimensional differences between the inside and exterior of my car, I can make out a number of people outside. Faces are too distorted to make out, but I can tell they're waiting for me to come step from my car.
They're waiting to ambush you. Waiting to take you out. You can't trust them. You can only trust me.
I take a few moments at my car door to gather my nerves before stepping out. Shoving the voice of my cursed sword to the back of my mind is almost becoming second nature.
