It was already two o'clock in the morning when I got home.

He hurriedly took off his makeup, took a shower, and went to bed.It's just that there still seems to be that sentence in my ear.

"Why don't you accept your talent?"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

It's really annoying.Who does he think he is?

It made her unable to sleep even though she was sleepy to death.Sure enough, shouldn't Lucky E go out so late yesterday?Really bad luck.

I met a gangster again, my nice windbreaker was scratched, I used my ability, and I was called out.I met inexplicable people and heard inexplicable words.

Hate being forced to work overtime.

Iris lingered on the bed for nearly two hours before falling asleep, maybe because too many things happened before, or maybe because of the sentence: "Why don't you accept your talent?" I dreamed about what happened three years ago.

There was blood all over the ground, his pale face and slowly hanging hands could no longer condense into light.The woman in the beautiful ballerina dress couldn't stop crying and shaking, her white dress was stained with dust and blood, and she screamed loudly for her to kneel and swear.

That was the first time she saw her so cheesy.

Then?Then there is no more.

There was blood all over the ground, and the sky seemed to turn red.

So much blood and so much noise.

Iris's mind was buzzing, and she frowned and shook her head slightly in her sleep.Someone was screaming her name.

"Iris!"

The sound was louder than the sound, and in the end she couldn't hear anything clearly, only a vague fluster remained.

Stop calling my name.Stop calling my name.Stop calling my name.

Please don't call me by my name.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and the breathing is getting faster and faster.Sweat dripped from his brow and slid down his clean chin.Iris woke up with a start.

The sweat on his body soaked the clothes like they were fished out of the water.She tiredly pressed the clock on the bedside table, the light was particularly dazzling.

It's only six o'clock.

Only slept for an hour.

But I couldn't fall asleep anyway.Iris lay on the bed silently, not wanting to move at all.As long as you close your eyes, the sky is full of blood red.How long has it been since you had a dream like this?It's been... two months?How could this be, isn't everything all right?

Thinking about it without borders, I will ask for a day off tomorrow, and I still have a part-time job in a restaurant during the day.Children without fathers and mothers are pitiful.

The sky seemed to be getting brighter, and there was a glimmer of light leaking from the cracks in the curtains that were not tightly drawn. Iris looked in that direction in confusion.

And the sequelae after using the ability?She knew that she would not have nightmares simply because of a man's inexplicable words.

Drowsy, she fell asleep again.

It was already noon when I woke up again, and my temples were still painful, throbbing.Lazily calling the restaurant owner to ask for leave, she sat up and leaned against the bed in a daze.

These two days must have been too miserable.

It turned out that she never really let go.

Isn't that person a mutant of the spiritual department?Go find him another day and let him see what's going on.

That's funny, when will someone like her be asked to save the world?

Then who will save her?

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