Before I knew it, it was Night Time. I guess it was an unspoken rule for everyone: after a trial, everyone just stayed in their rooms. It never resulted in any other murders occurring, so it was alright, at least for the time being.
Kasumi intruded my dreams. All I saw was her dying over and over again, each death more painful than the last, making me wake up every few minutes screaming. In the end, I gave up trying to sleep. I would waste more energy trying to sleep than actually getting to sleep.
I sat at my desk and turned on my lamp. I pulled on a nearby magazine that I had stashed away from my study.
Of course, it was on the Miyaz