RINA

I barged into the theater and went straight for a seat. Dropping on it, I rested my head on the desk, allowing for the tears to leave my eyes.

I did not care anymore. I didn't care whether someone heard me or was here, watching me wail like a weakling. Why would any of those matter when I was forever stuck in limbo? In hell.

After a while, I stopped sobbing, only for me to kick off again. I had tried, all I could, to block out the images of yesterday. But there was no achieving such. I would always see the lust-filled eyes of Piccolo Maestro. I would...