In his darkened room, he lay on the bed with a look of resignation, staring only at the ceiling. He was exhausted. Mentally. Just as he finally got close to them, the ones who died keep flickering before his eyes.

Ah— how disgusting. Or should I say, how pleasant? Everything is a blur, and it feels like my head is going empty. I can't feel the texture of the clothes I'm wearing, nor the bed I'm lying on.