i, uh, left harmonias house.
after like, at least 10 hours or so in the woods with nothing but a shitty knife i got back home.
i went looking for my meds. i couldn't find them.
and then i went into my room.
there was just. someone sitting there. drinking tea. all black and white, skin color included. they didnt have an ounce of blood in them. or they were just not into going outside.
i pointed the knife. and they talked.
they said a lot of stuff about me.
a. lot. of stuff.
only one "person" knew that.
it kept talking.