The quiet of the room shattered once more, not with noise from outside, but with the kind of chaos that only existed between a man and the voice inside his head.
"You damned system! Didn't I tell you to put it in inbox!"
The air itself seemed to tremble as Clay sat upright on his bed, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot, the dark circles beneath them now deep enough to make even a corpse look more alive than him.
His blanket had long since been kicked aside, twisted and abandoned like a casualty of war, while the soft pillows that once promised comfort now looked like enemies that betrayed him.
Sorry host!
The system chimed with an almost cheerful tone that only made things worse.
"Sorry?" Clay barked, his voice cracking from both anger and exhaustion. "Sorry? You think sorry helps when you keep screaming emergency in my head every five minutes? Do you know how long I've been trying to sleep?"
I just want one peaceful nap. One. Is that too much to ask?
