3rd person POV
In a spacious bedroom, a man slept peacefully on his bed. His dark hairs were ruffled against his scalp and his cheeks were marred with light scratches from what looked like healing injuries.
The windows of the room were open, allowing faint moonlight to caress his features.
Suddenly, a deep frown appeared on the boy's face. His eyeballs rolled under his closed eyes, as if seeing somthing, as if searching something in the dark.
Out of the blue, his eyes snapped open as his hands moved to clutch his scalp.
The boy was having a migrane, and it was eating him from inside. He let out a groan as his body curled up as a respite against the pain.
"Goddammit...you are still there Henry?" Karl asked as he felt himself on the edge of fainting if he let go. But he dared not because moments ago, when he had been sleeping, he had heard a voice.
Right from the void of his consciousness.
"I have finally gained control."
