16.

Meanwhile, I was still going through hell.

I had somehow staggered out of campus and was now moving through the busy afternoon streets. My head was still pounding, my heart still felt like it was about to burst out of my chest at any moment. My sensory overload from earlier were back, with my eyes, ears, and sense of smell cranked up to impossible levels, causing me only pain and discomfort as a result. I still heard strange whispers coming from the back of my head, but somehow by walking, the whispers weren't as noisy as they were when I was stationary. But I could still clearly here the ghost of vengeance, the black spirit, urging me with every step I took, to find that which did not belong to me. Rei. Ken. The spirit sword.

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