Those dreams, again.

He sat up on his bed, running a hand through his hair, and feeling a headache coming again. He wasn’t well, and he knew it. Slowly, his life was falling apart.

Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive, only user of the Six Eyes and Limitless. But, deep down? Deep down he felt like the weakest. He couldn’t feel loved, he couldn’t trust anyone, and it hurt, it really hurt, to the point in which he had considered taking his own life, just like he was right now.

He took a deep breath, opening the bedside table, looking at a knife there, before taking it in his hands. However, he stopped when he heard a knock on his room’s door.

“Come in.”