{- The casts -}

Pray and beg, that luck favors you and let you live long enough to found the rotten apple.

I feel as I clenched the amulet in my hand, never that I able to take it off. Now I feel so unstable.

Co-workers among me, oh how I wonder when will that 'puppet' take off its veil of deceive and lies?

I am less concerned with that, now I am concerned about when my rationality dies.

Because of the amulet, wrapping around my neck, watch as I stood and let it protect me, and let me say my goodbyes.

To the miserable, future me.

I hope you're able to aid your trauma and live free.