"Who are you?"
A voice lingered inside him.
He didn't say anything, he couldn't.
He held his hands in front of him. Blood. They were covered in blood. He wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, he didn't want to hear them anymore, he didn't want to live anymore. How had Techno survived for this long?
His eyes wandered towards the body, the body of a mother. Tears started forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Wilby..?"
His gaze darkened.
"Tommy. Go back to bed, right now.”
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