***** DAY 32 ******
I lie on the ground. In front of me is Este, a bullet wound is still in the middle of his brows, and blood slowly drips from it. It’s been a while since I have dreamed of him. But this time, it’s not as painful as before. My hand reaches up to him, and my fingers glide along his soft skin—it’s just like what I remembered. I miss him and I don’t mind if I see him often in my dreams now. It’s only this way that I can meet him.
Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes open, and he says, “Wake up, Cadence.”
I jerk up awake. Tia is sleeping beside me, with blankets covering us. I reminisce about the tentacled monster and the goal to kill it so this bloody game would lose its reason to continue. But can I actually do it?
Then, I hear it—the sound of metal slithering on the wood. I r
