You don't have to fight me

Moonlight flooded the dark bedroom as Natsuo sat on the edge of the bed, his closed eyes flickering and his sweaty cheeks framed by unbrushed hair.

His mind was foggy after he woke up - it was as if he was stuck in an alternate reality, one where he had no control and no clue what was going on. He was completely lost, trapped in an ethereal world, between life and death.

A faint voice taunted him, calling him from the darkness and asking why he was so scared of the unknown. The ghosts surrounded him, whispering cruel words to him as they breathed on his neck.

Natsuo pinched his stomach and thought it would burst into flames as he scratched his sweat-drenched skin. The fire spread from his gut to his chest, even reaching his fingertips, leaving only charred remains in its wake.