"Blegh." I vomit a black liquid into the toilet in Ayane's house. The viscous fluid splashes into the bowl as I struggle to breathe.
"...Dammit..." I wipe my mouth with a tissue and flush, feeling nauseous and utterly exhausted. My head aches terribly from the nightmares and the memories I received.
I know what's happening. This is Number 0's plan to make me lose control. Every time I sleep, I have nightmares of Ayane betraying me, so I kill her, kill myself, and travel back in time. But along with these nightmares comes an extreme exhaustion that forces me back to sleep from sheer fatigue.
Yet these aren't simple dreams. They have such an absurd level of detail that I can't tell if it's a dream, to the point where I question if this isn't a vision of the future, since Number 0 possessed incredible temporal powers.
But the worst part is not knowing whether I've already truly killed Ayane or not. Each dream, each vision where I killed Ayane, feels real, and it's driving me insane.
