JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 8
[Your body is in pain.]
[Your body is dying.]
I wanted to laugh at the nagging system. How long has my body been in pain? I don't know, but since the moment I was born, I was in pain. Nothing ever worked my way, not even in the slightest.
'I'm already dead, I don't have a soul.'
A chuckle left my lips, finding the situation amusing. Why did I believe that woman's words, anyway? Maybe, it's because I'm the one who summoned her —she does know about the ritual, after all.
Putting my pain and problems away, I attempt to stand. The small hairy monsters, however,jump on my back, forcing me to the ground again. But in the end, my shaking legs did it.
Taking large amounts of air, I heard a concerned voice directed at me:
"Mister, are you okay?"
The psychiatrist holding the woman down, said in a more pitiful tone:
