118; voice.

[scarredmistress]

[The recorder clicks on. Ying is clearly tossing and turning in bed, mumbling something incoherently. After a while, she screams.]

Xiao Lang, no-!

[She wakes up with a start, then breaks down, sobbing until the recording ends.]

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[thexiaolang]

[Reacting to the scream; foot steps to the bedroom]

W-what? What's wrong?

[scarredmistress]

[Her initial reaction is to back off; she's terrified.]

You couldn't have- it wasn't real, was it?

[thexiaolang]

[He stops... something is really wrong here, and kinda familiar]

...

What...?

What was it?

[scarredmistress]

[She's trembling. She doesn't mean for her next words to sound accusing, but somehow it does.]

You killed them... just like that...