In the darkness of the Monad Border, the singular border between consciousness and the complete emptiness of death.

      *Drip,*

             *Drip.*

The blue haired boy’s eyes slowly fluttered open, lifting a hand up to cover his face. His body felt cold. Wet.

No… The very floor around him was wet. He was laying down in water, he realized, moving to sit up as he felt water drip onto his forehead, though he simply couldn’t.