Kro woke up. He was alone.
That almost seemed to play into his advantage. Since Vulki wasn't here, he got up, got changed into his hoodie, jeans and scarf, and sat out on the balcony, eating some toast. It tasted shit. Everything tasted that way for some reason. Pizza, bacon, anything. It tasted akin to eating hydrocarbon composites... Or coal. He had to anyway, since he needed to refill his carbon bloodstream. He sat out on there for a while, playing his guitar.
"There's a memory of how we used to be
That I can see through the flames
I am hypnotized as I fantasize
Forgetting lies and pain
But I can't go back
...
I need a **censor** psychiatrist,"