Psychopath
*ASUNA'S POV*
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Slowly, my responsiveness started returning back to me, but my vision was still stretched with an empty and vast darkness. The soundless, idle sensation caused my head to pound with a distant, lingering pain.
(Why... is it so dark...? Eh... Ehhh?! W-Wait...! W-Why... why can't I speak or move?!)
At some point, I couldn't even tell anymore if I was, in fact, awake or still asleep and it was a weird and endless feeling of unease imagination. I tried to move the muscles in my arms and legs, but it was no use; my mind was starting to blot with strokes of confusion and dismay once more.
"Struggle all you want. It won't help ya one-bit, milady."
A clear, foreign voice echoed across the seemingly open room and judging by that, I figured that the place must be virtually empty with little to no furnishing adorning the interior. Just as my mind was starting to race, I felt someone touch my hair rather softly.