Pushing your back flush against the wall, you take in a lungful of air to steady your nerves before you speak. It tastes stale and of rot. Unhelpful, to say the very least, but you've unfortunately grown accustomed to it. It's atleast breathable.

The last month has been difficult, to put it lightly. Neither you nor Sunny handled Milk Bone's death well, but... but... something is wrong with him. He's become obsessed with that guy that you kicked out of your group all those weeks ago, hiding himself away in his room. He barely eats, he barely sleeps, all he can think of is him, and he barely even knew him! The floor beneath you is splattered with his blood, from all the non-stop clawing and scratching and peeling at his own skin. You're sure it's worse in there. His face is practically mutilated.

He isn't infected. He can't be, you would be too if that were the case, so.... what is it...?

"... I'm not sick. I just want him to know I'm sorry." Faintly, you hear him shuffle from behind the wall, changing his position. There's no door to seperate you two, so this is how you mainly communicate, from a safe distance. You.. don't want to go into that room. His obsession is getting worse, and you're worried you'll see something you'll regret.

"You're fantastic. Whatever your name was." He's not talking to you anymore, and you sigh exasperatedly. He doesn't even remember his name. Why is he acting like this? Sunny clasps his hands together, kneeling infront of the personification of his love. His own blood, smeared all over the wall, in the shape of... that guy (Wagyu, you think?), numerous hand sprints of red to make the eyes and other details. He hangs his head low in respect.

"I bleed for you. I just wish I could tell you that."