I don't know if you've ever noticed, but when we focus on listening to music, really focus, there might be other things right before our eyes that we simply don't notice.
Dreaming is the same. We let go of our awareness and focus on the dream, immersing ourselves in it so completely that we can't tell we're dreaming.
Perhaps that was what had happened to Murder.
He had placed himself in fragments of his past life, and he was so deeply immersed in them that he couldn't even notice anything amiss about where he was.
|｀O′|┛ Awoo~~
(*￣▽￣*)o Mmm~
Murder put the hamburger he'd prepared into his mouth, chewing as he chatted on and off with Betty, the owner.
"...Oh, right, Betty, I have a question for you..."
With flames rising from her head, Betty looked much like Ghost Rider. She remained silent and merely nodded.
"Well...it's just that lately, I keep saying a name...out of nowhere. A name that doesn't belong in this world...I don't even know why..."
Murder propped his cheek on his other hand, his eyelids slowly drooping.
"And...I keep getting this feeling that I...don't exist here..."
He faltered for a moment, suddenly realizing what a load of nonsense he'd been telling the owner.
Perhaps it was just his nihilism acting up. He shouldn't let his loathing for the world spill over onto the kindhearted owner.
Rubbing his head, Murder tried to smile and brush aside what he'd just said.
"...Hahaha, Betty, I was just joking. Of course I belong here..."
Murder raised his head slightly, and for an instant, he seemed to see Betty's entire body turn black as she glared at him with blood-red eyes!
But it happened in only an instant. By the time Murder came to his senses, Betty's color had already returned