C75 FIVE YEARS LATER.

His poisonous laughter. Just one more time.

I wanted to hear from him again and bring him back, but it was already too late.

He was gone, leaving behind no traces of him because I have killed him.

Hundreds of live white worms filled my right eye. Forcing themselves out of it, dropping screeching to the floor as I continued staring at the mirror with my true form showing itself