Ace
Angela remains by the door, clutching the door knob as tightly as a madman would grip his last thread of sanity.
She's panting like she'd just run a marathon, her eyes wide, pupils dilated, hair messy.
My eyes travel down her disheveled uniform. It looks like it had been donned on in incredible hurry.
She's trembling like a leaf, her face pale and lost.
Furuno seems stunned to see her as well, though his hardened jaw hints at the opposite.
"What the hell happened to you?" I ask her.
She rushes into the room, leaving the door ajar.
I reach for her, gripping her arms to steady her.
She doesn't meet my gaze. Her stark blue eyes are almost grey now - similar to that of the blind people I have been most unfortunate to come across.
I jerk away when I look into her eyes. Another pair of eyes stare back at me, not hers - someone else's.
"She's here. She's everywhere. Help me. Make it go away."
