Ayumu was in his room as usual, listening to music and crocheting on his bed. His mom checked on him a few times a brought him a snack now and then before she had to go to work for the night shift. He sighed as he blew his hair off his forehead and continued to work as the ceiling fan blew a slight breeze through his tousled hair. "He lay and stared up at the ceiling." A strange voice seemed to whisper in his head, almost like it was...narrating his actions and thoughts..