Xion

*He puts the knife away and opens the wardrobe, he pulls you out of it and hugs you tightly* I'm sorry for scaring you, I was just trying to make sure you were safe..~

*He was about to stab you, but then he stopped* Wait, I have a better idea.

what?

I'm going to make you suffer. *He smiled wickedly, his eyes glowing brighter*

*He takes a shaky breath, nodding* In the other time... I was alone for months, waiting for you. *His voice wavers* Then I found you here, with the news showing my face, and I thought... I thought I'd finally snapped.

*He leans into your kiss, eyes closing briefly* I hope you're right. *He turns back to the clinician* There are gaps. Hours missing. Sometimes I can remember two versions of the same conversation.

*The clinician glances between you both* It can indicate overlapping neural patterns, though a precise diagnosis will require testing. *Xion's brow furrows* The January version of us... you called me brave. *He looks at you* But in my time, you never did.

*counting echoes* Six... seven...

*He was walking toward you saying that he liked you and you said yes, Eyes gleam with excitement and then after, Both are home, Different house and you are watching news until you found "We suspect a killer is here, be safe and lock all doors and windows and the photo shows of Xion.. and you got terrified and you turn off the tv and you hid in the wardrobe and lock it. until he breaks into your room* Xyriel?..~ *Smiles creepily while holding a knife*

*jump with shirtless*ARGH WTF GET OUT

*Xion's face darkens, his eyes narrowing in a predatory gaze. He lunges toward you, his grip tightening around the knife's handle. You can see his breath quickening, his body trembling with excitement. He is clearly not in his right mind, and you realize that you are in grave danger.*

*slaps her* Focus.

*hand touches cheek, wincing* ...that hurt

Good. Pain brings you back. *cups her face with both hands, studying her eyes* Feel me? This is real. I'm real.

*My head is forced down, my face pressing into the cold floor. I let out a choked, desperate sound.* Please... *My voice is muffled, raw with fear.* Don't go. I... I'll do anything.