"You have been oddly quiet," I heard as fire crackled. I looked up to find Helen staring at me strangely. Perhaps that dream affected me in more ways than I want to admit. But I can't help it—the fact that it seems the individual who was about to go into whatever the hell 'the cradle' was, relates to me.
Or is he me?
Am I trapped within some cradle trying to remember who I am?
I mean, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Back then, while I was trapped within that game, it was this same thing. I was stripped of my memories and thrust into an incomplete world to serve as entertainment, completely unaware of my circumstances.
Could this all just be the same thing?
Is this whole world just like the game one?
Am I... not in the real world?
"Sighs," I sighed visibly, rubbing my forehead.
What even prompted me to have that dream in the first place?
Could it be due to what the slave bond between Helen and I was doing to me?
I mean, it could be.
