Part 98

Music: stop
----Hot.
----Hot.
----Hot.
----My throat, dry with thirst, hot.
------I can't sleep like this.
I'll go and get a drink of water.
Music: play track 4
Suddenly, I see a face reflected in the window.
The eyes are bloodshot, and the face looks quite insane.
------It is just so hot.
It seems I found my prey.
Strangling her from behind, it's all over.
It seems that the unknown woman has died just from that.
---I am just, so hot.
The sound of heavy breathing.
Does this act...
Does this act really excite me so much?
I stick my finger in the chest of the dead body.
The sound of crushing meat, the sound of breaking bones.
The sound of a heart being ripped out with my bare hand.
---As I watch, my head fills with pure white.
This, the ultimate pillage.
The height of immorality.
Just gazing at it, I feel hot.
You might say it's negative pleasure, but for making one hot, it's still the same.
---I don't understand.
I am just, only, hot----
Music: stop

I try and catch my breath.
The thirst in my throat.
The feeling of biting flesh.
The pleasure burning through my brain as I killed.
...... These things, why do they seem so real?
I can even remember perfectly the feel and sound of the heart as it was ripped out.
I continue to gasp hungrily for air.
I don't know if it was really "pleasure".
It was just excitement condensed like a bullet, fired straight into my head.
"Guh..."
My breath stops as I remember.
Then---perhaps that impact could be something called "pleasure".
My neck hurts where Yumizuka bit it.
---Those who are bitten by a vampire become vampires as well.
Unexpectedly, that common phrase pops into my head.
"...... Can't be. I'm overthinking this."


Excusing herself, Hisui enters the room.
The same figure, the same voice as always.
Music: play track 2
"Good morning, Shiki-sama."
Hisui speaks politely.
Since I arrived here, Hisui has brought a calm tranquility with her every morning.
As I think this, the tumult of bad dreams simply fades from my head.