“I just wanted to hear him, his voice.” Pulling away abruptly, I gasped for air, slamming my hand down.

Her eyes widened in appall, she was clearly, obviously repulsed at the response and impotent to bear the repugnance in her eyes, I continued with the croaked resonance.

“Am I crazy, Eileen? T-There is something wrong with me. They say I have bloodlust, I think I do. I-I just wanted to hear their voices.”

The grip on my composer shattered and the realization I might not be mentally stable sank in horrifyingly.

I knew something was wrong but I never paid attention to it- I never wanted to.

“And why do...