I look at the box. It's mocking me, seemingly millenia away. I moan weakly. The room starts bobbing, swaying. I faint, the poison filling my lungs. Due to my fasination, the evil took over, now, I am done for.
The firefighters began hacking at the door. "Nameless? Are you okay?" My friend called. They walked inside. I sat in the darkest corner of the room. I stroked my box. "It's okay. No one will take you from me. " I turned and smiled. "I'm perfectly fine." #Report