Entrail_JI

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole. 

*** 

I had no knowledge of the game. 

I was meant to have died. 

And yet, I found myself in this situation. 

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. 

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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Advent of the Three Calamities

It made no sense, but staring at the drawing, I knew that it was without a doubt, my brother.

From the contours of his face to his unique green eyes that made him stand out to the others whenever we went out.

The little doubts that I had regarding 'Mortum' being my brother vanished at that moment. This was undeniable proof that he was still alive.

Why else would she draw a picture of him..?

I observed the blind girl in silence.

Her little hand continued to scribble over the drawing, adding more and more touches to it.

There was a lack of color in the drawing, but as I stared at the picture, I felt as though it had come alive.

It almost felt as though he was alive... in the drawing.

'Who is this little girl?'

A sealed past [4]