blood spread across the floor, you open your eyes wide with panic, wanting to run away, puke, and block out what you're seeing, but it's already fifteen minutes later, so it's too late.

You see Scaramouche lying on the ground, lifeless and pale as the murderer stabs him repeatedly. His eyes, the eyes of hope, are staring at you; they beg you to flee, but you are afraid, and you are now lying on the ground, a little blood on you from the murderer's beating.

Everything seemed to be going backwards all of a sudden, and your ear began to ring so badly that you passed out. You woke up in a panic and saw Scaramouche studying a poem next to you in a library. You remembered this incident from yesterday and you were back all of a sudden.

"Are you okay? You look pale," asked Scaramouche, glancing at you and tilting his head.