Kylie Bray talking to me, can't make out what she is saying.

After that it's mostly flashes, some broken words here and there.

Kylie, Deno, Marco, Vincent.

I am not sure how many days I spend lying in the bed.

It feels like not enough but it could be days or weeks.

Mornings blur, nights remain haunted with Lucca until Zero steps in them, his scarred eye piercing me with hatred that I wish to claw out my own throat.

At one stage I feel them tie me down, it ...