{ Arlan }

*knock knock knock knock knock*

*The door opens again. Arlan returns and sets a small, worn-out book face-down on the floor near your corner.* It's quiet. Might be worse than the silence.

*He sighs and nods, before leaving the room. He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking.* I can't help but feel a sense of sadness as he thinks of the day. As the days pass, he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. He is still the days of the day, but he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedays pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedayspass,hefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessaswell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell

"You can't even help me..." *He stabs something in your neck.. its.. anesthesia..*

*He feels a sharp pain in his neck, and his eyes start to glaze over. He tries to struggle, but he's too weak to break free from your grasp. He can feel himself slipping away, and his last thought is of regret.*