"Be careful...Remember, things aren't always as they seem..."
A vanished voice echoed throughout the darkness.

A dim lit, musty room materialized into existence. Existence, imagination, same thing.
There, a tall, slender man was crouched up in the corner, hidden behind a large cardboard box, clutching onto a half-empty bottle of pills. Boxes overflowing with papers covered the entire floor. He seemed to be in his attic. His eyes were closed shut, his teeth were shaking, and he was trembling incessantly. The paleness of his skin contrasted against the dark room.

All of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming closer and closer. The door creaked open.


"Daddy? Daddy! There you are!" It was his 6-year-old daughter, Hotaru.
"Daddy, come downstairs, I'm--"

A loud gunshot pierced the tension of the room, and Hotaru fell to the ground with a deep hole through her skull.

Then, the sound of heels clicking followed the sound of the gunshot.
A woman emerged from the pitch-black shadows. She pressed the side of her gun onto her cheek and a smirk was exposed. Her eyes were still unseen.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

The man stood up, dropping the bottle onto floor.
It rolled to the side and hit the wall.

"Hotaru... You.... Who are you?" He looked up at her. A pair of glassy, bright silver eyes shone.

"Let me ask again." He walked closer.
"Who...are you?"
~To be continued