Oh, wilford.

It's time to sleep, my friend.

Damien stands by my bedside, cold, dark and appearing to be glitching between blue and red.

"You've been running for so long. Killing for so long. It's time to sleep, my friend." Damien says, his voice cold raspy yet caring.

"But I feel, I feel fine! I-I, h-how are you here? Your- no, you didn't die did you?! I'm so happy to see you, wh-what, why? How?" I ask with a tone of confusion.

"Who do you think was driving your car? You sat in the passenger seat, and it drove off? Who were you killing over and over? You've been running so far, that you are running into yourself. Don't you think at some point you got lost? Who were all the dancers? You, just too tired to run." Damien said trying to be calm.

"I-I've been killing myself? I- I don't want to go. Where's celine? Why do you look this way? What did mark do?" I ask him, tears running down my face.

"Oh wilford."