"Stop your nonsense! Get out or shut up right now!" I warned Dathan.

No more words came out of his mouth. He lay back down, still clutching my hand. I noticed beads of cold sweat on his forehead; he looked terrified.

Was Dathan telling the truth? Or was he hallucinating?

But somehow, it disturbed me.

I sat in silence for a moment, then heard a faint snoring. Even his grip on my hand loosened. Gently, I pulled my hand away and moved to the couch.

"Sooner or later, he'll come here and say pitiful things until you start to feel sorry for him," Lona said.

"I thought as much. I...