Like he promised, Nia returns quickly, getting in just as the sun comes up. He found me in the library, numbly looking ahead while sitting on a plush and comfortable couch in the dark. He tried speaking with me, but I brushed him off. Especially when I saw a few splotches of blood on his shirt and hands. I almost felt stupid. He keeps saying he's here to help me, and I want to trust him. But here he is, standing before me with patches of blood on him. How am I supposed to trust him?!
I can't even stand looking at him right now. Nia appeared hurt but didn't press the matter as he retreated to his bedroom for the day.
I should eat, but right now, I just want to sleep. So that's what I'll do. I did stay up the entire night, after all. It wasn't until the afternoon that I got up and finally
