I stared at the knife in my hand in a daze.
Should I...? Or should I not?
"....."
The silence around me seemed to stretch. The knife in my hand grew in number, appearing in my vision as multiple.
I frowned, feeling my head throb once more.
I wasn't stupid.
I understood very well that my mind was currently being affected.
From the momentary loss in memory, the calls, and the weird instances with Jamie. It was all a jumbled mess that I couldn't understand, and it was such a mess that it made me grow extremely apprehensive.
'What's happening? Why am I acting like this? None of this makes sense at all. Why can't I sense anything at al—'
Spurt—!
"Huh?"
When I snapped back to reality, the knife in my hand had already moved forward, stabbing the cult follower in the chest.
My mind blanked at the sight.
"....."
That... That...
Thud!
With a thud, the body fell, and I stood on the spot with my mouth open, struggling to understand what had happened.
