Something was wrong. Host knew something was wrong, because things weren’t as they should be. His eyes hurt, and he couldn’t really stop them from bleeding anymore. Visions of different realities were more frequent, and he had a hard time staying focused. Something was far too wrong, and he didn’t know what it could be.

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Eve was making some tea for Host, having been coming over more frequently. Humming to herself while pouring the hot water into the cup she felt a strangeness to the house. She didn’t know why, but the vibe of the house had been changing. It felt..off. Like something was bound to happen, but what she had no idea. Gently taking Host’s cup in her hand she walked out of the kitchen. “Tea is ready, Host.” She set it down in front of him and noticed he was touching his bandaged eyes. “Host? Is something the matter?”

“They hurt.”, Host mumbled. He was hunched over, balling his hands into fists over his eyes. It hurt badly, and it reminded him of- of what? He couldn’t remember, which confused him. Trying to think too much about it hurt. 

“Something’s happening and-”, he wasn’t sure. “…Don’t know..”, he finished more or less. His whole head hurt, remembering anything hurt.
His whole form seemed to flicker, just a bit, for a split second.