"When was the last time you slept?"
what a question, and not one that he has any idea on how to answer. " the netherworld's flow of time isn't the same as the material world. " jingran turns his hand over, examining the bandage that covers the injuries on the palm of his hand. " sometimes .. you get lost in it. " and when he is back in this reality, lost souls reach out to him, begging for aid. " and .. it is hard to sleep when it is noisy. "













