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Arc: Level C [Continued]

April 13- Day 13F

    Once I recall my memories of Richard, I slowly look up at Stylus as my eyes widen.

    "Richard... Smith," Stylus says once again as he thinks to himself.

    "When I think about it, I do remember seeing him at the funeral. We never talked, so that must be why I barely remember him. Though that orange hair of his... is what made me remember."

    Stylus scoffs. "I... I can't believe it." He pauses. "The-then do you think something did happen to him?"

    "I mean, he was killed. To my knowledge, the people that we were supposed to apprehend that day are responsible for his death. Though we've already caught them, and they've been convicted soon after the funeral."

    "So what's his problem then...? And why now, after all this time...?"

    I sigh. "That's what I want to know..." I look over beside Stylus, and notice Desirée listening in on the conversation. She seemed quite intrigued, though remained silent. "You know something about this?" I ask.

    She slightly jolts before shaking her head. "Nope... I'm just listening." She suddenly grabs the remote from the coffee table and then looks back at me. "You two've been out out all day. You should sit down and relax at this point."

    She drops down onto the couch next to Stylus, and proceeds to turn on the tv. Stylus and I both relax on our couches, and turn to the tv to see what she was watching.

    And that's how we spent the rest of the day.

~

How long... do you think you can go like this? Hm?

....

You've had the opportunity to be free... but what about me? You think I've simply disappeared?

I suddenly feel as if I'm suffocating. Once again, I was left in this empty space of my dreams, unsure of where to go, and unsure who was speaking to me.

"W-who are you?" I yell out, only to get silence as a response. "What is it that you want from me?"

I mean... we've spoken before... haven't we? During those times you've spoken to Zarith through this mind link yet you always ignore me when I want to talk to you...

What were they talking about? What do they want from me.

Suddenly the voice begins to chuckle. Well either way...

We'll talk soon enough.

Again.

~

    It was dark at this point. Stylus was already asleep as I stood in front of the kitchen, drinking a glass of water to calm me after that dream, and ease the aching pain from my head. I've been getting a few of them lately but... when will they stop? What message is that voice trying to tell me? What is it? Who is it?

    I figured Desirée was fast asleep as well until I heard a subtle voice coming from upstairs.

    In attempt to avoid going back to sleep, I slowly walk upstairs until I reach the front of my room door. Desirée was sleeping here for the time being, so it must have been her making the noise from inside.