I... am hungry.
I want to eat.
Should I eat? I'm hungry. I'm really hungry.
"....."
I blankly stared at the ceiling above me.
Pain was all that I could feel.
Looking down, I stared at my hands. Not one finger remained. The wounds had all closed up, but my clothes were still stained with all the blood that leaked.
The surroundings were crude and worn, the walls lined with cracks and thick spiderwebs as a cold draft drifted through the air.
My stomach grumbled as it protested against my mind.
I wanted to eat, but I couldn't eat.
That was the latest thing that I had sacrificed.
In order not to lose myself, this was something that I had to sacrifice.
"..."
Suddenly, a soft breeze drifted through the room, carrying a warm and pleasant scent that filled my nostrils.
My stomach churned.
"Seth, you look hungry. Why don't you eat?"
A warm voice that I was all too familiar with entered my ears.
