Digital Messenger C12The bedridden soul speaks, voice dead and without the slightest bit of emotion. But there were still words. And furthermore, there was a smile. Surely it was a shock for any who might have been present. This was not home, so someone would care. This prison for the sick and wounded was a paradise compared to home. If the lost youth was to return home this instant, all of the attention would vanish as it normally would. In this world, the only ones who ever cared were strangers. Family is just a waste...
Strangers are the silent sleeper's only true bonds. Strangers... And friends... And the one named Lira...
—No. That one is not a friend. She's your enemy.—
But despite the voice the sleeping youth continues to smile. There is no reason. There is not even a thought. It is nothing more than a reaction, but still...
—Eliminate the demon. She will destroy you if you don't listen.—
The sleeping genius' arm reaches out and grasps at something. A crimson staff carved from a strange material. It