[Sinclair had been telling the truth earlier; he had been okay. Time with Oria was always good for chasing those feelings away anyway. But the incident stirred up some buried feelings he didn't know he had been keeping bottled up. There's a grainy photo of him and Oria, take from a far distance. From their skating date at a restaurant.
Then it was a snippet from a news article about the Severine Patriarch he had come across while browsing on his phone, whispers on a buried forum about True Crime cases involving the Sinclairs and...
Bad dreams don't always need a reason. But these small things build, and he finds himself tossing and turning at night.
His dreams are warm at first in an aching sort of way. It's memory of his family. laughing in the kitchen as they rolled dumplings together. Beatrice had smiled at him, asking about Oria, making him stammer and blush until he ran for the door to open it. Oria was coming of course, because it was suppose to be a family dinner--but when he opens the door, Oria falls into his arms covered in burns and blood, and a scream catches in his throat.
"E-Emil..."
Then there's screaming all behind him punctured by a whistle. He turns, shaken..and sees the hallway dyed with blood.
Ah. This was...again. His sister's body rolls down the stairs. His parents' corpses strewn across the floor. And Kromer croons for him, her voice singsong.
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Then it was a snippet from a news article about the Severine Patriarch he had come across while browsing on his phone, whispers on a buried forum about True Crime cases involving the Sinclairs and...
Bad dreams don't always need a reason. But these small things build, and he finds himself tossing and turning at night.
His dreams are warm at first in an aching sort of way. It's memory of his family. laughing in the kitchen as they rolled dumplings together. Beatrice had smiled at him, asking about Oria, making him stammer and blush until he ran for the door to open it. Oria was coming of course, because it was suppose to be a family dinner--but when he opens the door, Oria falls into his arms covered in burns and blood, and a scream catches in his throat.
"E-Emil..."
Then there's screaming all behind him punctured by a whistle. He turns, shaken..and sees the hallway dyed with blood.
Ah. This was...again. His sister's body rolls down the stairs. His parents' corpses strewn across the floor. And Kromer croons for him, her voice singsong.
"My Sinclair."]