Fearing what the morning holds

I would be lying if I said there was not a sensation of excitement about directly activating whatever was that we built in the middle of the courtyard. It was there, asking to try it out and see what the surprise it had in store for us was.

The exhaustion I was feeling was fighting with said excitement. The sun was starting to appear in the horizon, the darkness of the night was slowly replaced by the first sun rays. At any moment, Masaki was going to depart from the state and get here in just a couple of hours, if he had not departed already.

The idea was making me anxious. Dying felt like hell, having my body reform in real time felt like twelve of the same hells. If I said I was not afraid, I would be lying. I was scared. I was afraid. I wanted to run away. Everything was stacking against us at that point once more. We could not escape the situation we had before I died, we returned to be threatened once more.