Ricci
Haunted by your essence.
I stirred as the scene flashed before my eyes. Sophia was yelling, she had tears in her eyes, and I was on my knees begging; she pushed me to the ground, and a very large sword appeared in her hand, and a wild, cynical grin spread across her face.
“You're a dead man, Ricci.” Just as she was about to chop my head off, I was jerked back to reality; I shivered as cold sweat covered me.
“Argh…” I groaned as light flashed through my eyes, sending sparks of pain into my nerves.
My body felt sore everywhere; I lay very still, fearing to move. Maybe the pain would be too unbearable if I did anything.
I closed my eyes briefly; nobody hates being sick like I did. No one.
It made me have dreams and nightmares on a cold night. My mother has disappeared, run away?
