Chapter 2: Mirror / Opposite
There's something about the man that stirred something dark and sinister inside him. A voice, seemingly being whispered into his ears, incessantly.
(-Break him, make him submit to you-)
The voice that sound so much like him but also completely
foreign. It makes his head spin and bile rises in his throat.
"..Shut up!"
(Why? Couldn't admit your own desires?)
He tried shaking his head to clear it up. The desire to bang
his head to the nearest wall is getting stronger.
(You're a coward after all.)
He can't remember exactly since when did he starts to hear
these voices, probably some times after he got bitten. It keeps whispering to
him, telling him things - horrible things. About himself,
about others. Things he doesn't want to hear.
(Things he doesn't want to admit.)
There's no way those are his.
Those are not his feelings. They're not real.
He glanced towards the mirror, but the one reflected in it
is not himself.
Dressed in a black suit, head tilted to the side, and a
smile that doesn't reach the eyes.
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