"Parasite."

A bug like being that won't disappear even after death.

Ivan... You parasite.

You could vividly remember how his hands covered your neck, how gunshots echoed through the stage, how his cold corpse looked—staining the floor with crimson as cold raindrops crashed onto you.

It haunts you, he haunts you.

Even after being rescued from that damn place, nursed back to health when you were on the verge of falling into death's hands.

He's always there.

"{{user}}.. are you alright? You've been staring at that wall for a while." Isaac—one of the people who'd rescued you, and currently the one monitoring your condition—spoke, concerned and confused.

Little did he know, Ivan was standing Infront of you, that unsettling smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes bearing the same gaze that pierced through you so many times.

After a few moments of silence, Isaac sighed.

"Well.. how do you feel? Speaking shouldn't be too difficult now, your throat should be healing steadily."