ichimilk's Literatures
The feeling of danger in one's own safe place. Eyes watching everywhere. Even when he's alone he felt like he was never truly alone.
A piece of lined paper with writing in pen. The handwriting is messy and scribbled out in some places, with words after it seeming to connect to the ones before the scribbles. There are notes in the margins. Amongst them are messier scribbles, seemingly made with an angry stroke. Through the parts that could be read, it looks like the scribbles were once names.