It's about three in the morning, as I click away at my computer.

With tired and droopy eyes, I scan through multiple links, each one on the subject of necromancy.

So far, all I've gotten was a description on The Catholic Encyclopedia, and a few Skyrim character builds.

With this, I go back to the search bar and rephrase my question.

Instead of Necromancy, I type in 'How to Perform Necromancy', and click on the first link.

As the page loads up, I notice something in the reflection of my monitor.

As I turn around, I see nothing. Just my room, as dull and empty as ever.

I brush it off, thinking it as just sleep deprivation taking effect, and turn back to my computer. The article has finished loading. I feel a little chill up my spine, as I read the title: satansheaven

I read the article, hoping to get something useful out of it.

'To evoke the dead, the magician needs to obtain the help of powerful spirits, both for his own protection and to compel the corpse or ghost to submit to his will. A spell from ancient Greece calls upon the powers of the mighty Kore, Persephone, Ereshkigal, Adonis, Hermes, and Thoth, to bind the dead. According to a ritual described by Seneca, the Roman dramatist, the summoning of the dead involves not only a burnt sacrifice but a blood-drenched altar.'

Blood, why is it always blood?

And what's up with the burnt offering?

It doesn't matter, I've got a lead now, I can do this.

"Boy, don't you know not to believe everything you read online?"

I freeze up as I hear this.

That voice…no, it can't be.

I spin around, revealing a figure sitting on the bottom of the bunk bed. It's hard to make out in the darkness.

The figure moves its face closer, into the light of my monitor, revealing…

"M-Mendacius?!" I cry out. "B-but, how is this possible?! Bruno helped me defeat you in The Big Caves!"

He lets out a sickening cackle.

"Have you already forgotten? I am a god. You, Bruno, or anyone can never truly defeat me!"

I waste no more time, and quickly reach for my wand lying on my desk.

The old god raises a hand, and through an unknown force, I'm thrown back into my chair.

I try to squirm out, but it feels as though I'm being held down by a phantom hand.

"Don't struggle, it's useless." Mendacius commands.

Seeing that my efforts are in vain, I stop my fight.

I stare at him, not daring to blink, to take my eyes off of him.

Fear and anger is what I feel as he stands up and confidently strides towards me. With every step closer, my heart beats faster.

He leans against the wall next to me.

"Do you think Bruno would be alive right now if you would've tried harder?" He ponders, stroking his chin. "He could've been saved, he was hurt, but if treated, he might've been better, but you didn't treat it."

He sighs, and with says with sympathy,

"If you hadn't killed my Cyclops, maybe Bruno wouldn't have gone after you, maybe he wouldn't be dead, maybe John wouldn't be dead. If you didn't break our deal, turned on me, it might've changed things."

The more I think about his words, the heavier my heart becomes. Is it really my fault?

I could've done more, if I had brought a healing potion or something with me, I could've given it to Bruno, he would still be alive.

John too, if I had tried harder, not given into my rage, perhaps we still could've saved him.

This is all my fault. I…I killed them.

"Now that is a lie." I hear coming from somewhere new.

I look at the single bed hugging against the wall opposite of the bunk bed. It's…Bruno.

Sure, his fur may be a bit unkempt and his eyes glazed over, but he looks just the same, just as alive as ever.

"Do you really think he would've kept me alive if he had his way?" Bruno asked me. "I died by Mendacius's hands. He hurt me, not you. It went the way it had to, the way it was always going to."

Mendacius lets out a little laugh.

"If you just joined me…if you didn't betray me, it might've changed things. Maybe you could've changed your future."

"You defeated Mendacius." Another familiar voice whispers.

Turning back, I see John Diehl, sitting with Bruno, himself gently petting the dog.

"You stopped a great evil. It's better now."

"It is, it's better now." Bruno agrees.

"It's not better now." I hear coming from Mendacius.

I turn towards him.

Stomping towards me, a growl on his face, hands clenched by his sides, he mumbles out

"You know well that-"

I wake up, my alarm clock buzzing.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I click the snooze bar.

Well that was an interesting dream. But let's hope it was nothing more than that, a dream.

I open my closet, looking for a new uniform to put on.

As students, we are given five school uniforms, one for every school day. However, thanks to yesterday's events, I have only four remaining.

I put it on, along with a pair of matching blue pants, as I normally would. I go to the mirror, to see the damage for myself.

Thick and noticeable scabs are sprinkled over my face, some probably going to turn into permanent scars later on in life.

I eye my hand, still red and is already flaking thin, dead skin.

Despite all these injuries, I'm still the most attractive guy at this school.

While I mark down the night of Samhain on my calendar, I notice something peculiar. According to my calendar, our break ends today.

Well, I'm glad I spent that time relaxing and enjoying myself.

I glance at my clock.

My eyes go wide as I realize it's 8:15.

Oh no, I missed the first period!

In a mad dash, I sling on my satchel, and run out the door, but not before putting on the hood that is attached to every uniform.

Can't let anyone see my messed up face now, can I?

God, I just can't catch a break!

I break out into the hallway, and bob and weave my way through the masses of young witches.

Once the entrance of magic history comes into view, I slow my pace.

I walk into class, and to my seat, shielding my face with a textbook.

Just a few days ago my stress and worry was at an all time high, dealing with death and gods, and now here I am, worried about making it to class on time, just like another ordinary student.

Sitting down, I pull out my school materials. Paper, textbook, and pencil. Ready to start the day, and put the memory of yesterday far behind me, but not completely.

I plan on visiting the library to research Necromancy spells. After that, it's just a waiting game till Samhain.

Now, I just need to figure out who Bruno's, or should I say, Cooper's dau-

I'm interrupted, as I feel a tapping on my shoulder.

Turning around, I see Akko and Lotte.

"So, Ted how was your weekend?" Akko asks, with that clueless smile of her's.

"It was interesting." I respond. "How was yours?"

I really don't want to talk about it.

"Oh, I loved it! Besides Sucy constantly trying to use me as a guinea pig, and that run in I had with the principal, it was sweet."

I raise an eyebrow at her description.

"What do you mean by 'run in with the principal'?" I ask.

She tries to hold in a laugh, while chuckling out,

"Remember when you walked in on us making a love potion, and we wanted to try it out on you?"

I nod.

"Well, we tested in on Ms. Finnalin by putting it into her soup and…"

Akko trails off, as her attempts to suppress her excitement fails, as she begins giggling into her hand.

"Oh come on, Akko. It wasn't funny." Lotte says, trying to calm her friend.

"Are you kidding me? It was hilarious!" Akko declares.

"What was?" I ask, still in the dark.

"We put it into her soup…and she became a huge eel!" Akko lets out, in a chortle way.

"And then what happened?" I ask, now interested.

"We scrambled to fix her, and when we did, she sent us straight to the principal's office. When we got there, oh boy Ms. Holbrooke let us have it! She yelled at us, lectured us about…well I don't know I wasn't listening! And she gave us detention for the whole break! I would've swapped breaks with you any day!" She proclaims, her past happiness replaced with anger.

I take deep thought in her saying that she would've swapped breaks with me, myself only happy to comply if that could've been the case.

"By the way Ted, what's up with the hood?" Akko asks, pointing at my face.

"The lighting in the room hurts my eyes." I lie.

"Oh, yeah right! If you can take a beating from a Cyclops, then you can take a little bright light."

"Well, I-"

My attempt at lying is cut short by the bell.

Once all the chatter from the students dies down, Ms. Europa begins her lesson.

"I hope all of you had a wonderful break. Now, let's hope the next one will be based on...different circumstances."

A few eyes turn to Akko, while mine gaze towards Diana.

She gives a little wave, as I return the gesture with a nod.

"Now, before I begin the attendance registration, I want all of you to know that in a few days, I will not be here. I am a part of the teacher exchange program. So instead of me, you will be taught by a Mr. Brink from America. I want you all to treat him with respect, as you would with me."

Do my ears deceive me?

Finally, I can be with someone of my own gender.

While most guys would jump at the idea of attending an all girls school, it can become a tab bit lonely. I'm a little let down that he'll be replacing Ms. Europa, even if it is for one day. She's the kind of teacher that you grow to enjoy. I admire her wisdom and experience. Out of all my classes, magic history is probably my favorite, then alchemy or destruction class as a second.

The teacher gazes across the class, taking attendance.

As soon as she sees me, she says sternly

"Mr. Sempronia, we do not wear hoods in class."

All heads turn towards me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"But Ms. Europa, I-"

"No buts, Mr. Sempronia. Now please remove your hood."

My mind flashes to what Ms. Europa did to Akko when she was defied.

Not wanting my face to be slammed into the desk by a pixie, I slowly remove my hood.

As soon as my face becomes visible, I hear gasps and a few winches.

Seeing my face as well, Ms. Europa asks with wide eyes

"My goodness, Mr. Sempronia! What on Earth have you done to yourself?"

I quickly think of another lie.

"Well you see Ms. Europa, I was in my room last night practicing fire magic. I accidentally shot my mirror, and glass shrapnel cut my face."

Hearing that it was from an accident, and not from anything serious, a few sniggers arise from the students.

Believing my lie, she says,

"I'm sure you had quite the break, Mr. Sempronia."

You have no idea.

"Go to the nurse's office, please." She says calmly.

I gather my things, and exit the room, the last thing I hear being Ms. Europa beginning her lesson.

"Alright class, today we will study The Crucible."

I walk down the lengthy hallway, and to the door titled 'Nurse's Office.'

I guess this is the place.

I push open the door, making my way to the front desk.

A person is tapping away at a keyboard, presumably the nurse. She's young, with short brown hair, glasses, a white lab coat, and a brown undershirt. On the desk is a nameplate, which reads Ms. PagetDaPanda.

I clear my throat, signaling my arrival.

She looks up and notices my face, surprisingly amused.

"So, I assume you're here because you have the flu?" She jests.

"Almost, you can clearly tell what's wrong with my face, but I also burned my hand." I explain, holding out my hand.

"And how did you get these?" She asks, examining my injuries.

I repeat the same lie I told Ms. Europa.

"I was practicing fire magic in my room. I accidentally shot my mirror, and cut my face."

"And the burns?"

"When I was cleaning up, the hot glass burned my hand."

She digs through her desk, looking for something.

"Alright, well if you'll sit there, I'll fix you up." She instructs, pointing to a hospital bed at the far end of the room.

I sit at the foot of the bed, as she makes her way over, holding bandages, goss, a towel, and a potion bottle.

She pulls up a nearby chair, sitting down a few feet from me.

She opens the bottle, and dabs it onto the towel.

"What's that?" I ask.

"A disinfectant potion, it's like a regular antiseptic, but it works a lot better…it also hurts a lot more."

A thin smile grows on her face at the thought of pain.

Damn.

She finishes dabbing the potion onto the cloth, and hovers it in front of my face.

"Sorry kid, this is going to burn like hell. As if someone scooped up a fistful of hell fire, and dragged it across your face like so..."

She then presses the towel against my face.

Pain was what I feel, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad pain.

I grit my teeth together, clench my jaw, and let out a muffled moan.

She smirks at this.

"Usually when I do this, they scream as if they sat on a sword."

I don't say a word as she rubs the potion into each cut.

After applying the disinfectant, she attaches thin white strips onto my cuts.

"So, how'd you say you got these injuries, again?" She questions, while patching me up.

"I was practicing magic, and accidentally broke a mirror." I repeat.

She lets out a huff.

"You're a decent liar, kid. But, unfortunately for you, I can tell when someone is not being truthful." She says slightly annoyed, but never losing stride in her work.

Nervously, I try to cover my tracks.

"Um, no I-"

"No, don't talk kid. Just listen."

I shut up, allowing her to speak her mind.

"Look kid, I don't know what happened, and I'm not going to press the issue. You clearly don't want to talk about it. I don't know if you just fell down some stairs, or got in a fight, but as the only boy at this school, you're pretty infamous around the staff. Even still, a mistake this big amongst the student body is rare at best. But I want you to know that whatever happened happened, and what was done can never be undone. We all make mistakes, big and small. I made them. Before I became a nurse I was involved in a lot of illegal activities, some that were very looked down upon. I used to sleep in the gutter, I shoplifted. Hehe, I know I did, I just can't picture it anymore. It a distant memory now, something that has no real meaning in the now other than a good story. That's the great thing about being human. Horrible stuff happens every day, but we adapt, we get used to it."

"I haven't gotten used to it." I admit, my thoughts flashing back to The Big Caves.

"Of course you haven't. You're a teen. I've had more problems, and more time to cope. Life is unfair. You see, people look at life as 'I am going to be successful no matter what.' But how they should look at it is 'How can I make this day not suck that much.' We stiff up a lip, and get through the day, no matter what."

I feel like that's almost good advice.

She transitions from the bandaging, and begins to wrap Goss around my burned hand.

"Basically bud, my overall message is, if you're going through hell, keep going."

She fastens a pin to my Goss, holding it all together.

She pulls out a mirror.

"So, what do you think?" She asks, pleased with her achievement.

Pretty nice handiwork.

White butterfly bandages cover my face. I count two, one on my cheek, and the other covers an eyebrow. There are also small, minor cuts, but those aren't deep enough for bandages.

I eye the cast.

White goss is wrapped tightly around my right hand.

I nod, giving her my approval.

She reaches into her pocket, and hands me a small form of some kind.

"This will let you take the rest of the day off. I feel like you need it." She explains.

"Thank you." I say, taking the pass and storing it into my satchel.

She walks back to her desk, returning to her past work.

"Well, I won't keep you here. You can leave now."

I get up and walk towards the door.

I manage to open it with slight difficulty, thanks to having to use my left hand.

As I exit the nurse's office, I walk in the direction of the library, knowing full well what I need to do.

I open the doors to the library.

The only way to describe it is grand.

Leaning over the railing, I count ten wooden tables, each able to accommodate eight students. Bookshelves line the walls. With each shelf being so tall, one would need a ladder to reach the top. And the books themselves? All hardbacks, each from different time periods, and covering a variety of different subjects.

Why, it must have taken the school hundreds of years to collect all of them!

All of this magnificence being covered by a crystal dome ceiling, which is held up by white, polished marble columns.

I walk down the stairs, and browse the bookshelves.

So, what have we got here?

'The Journal of The Forbidden One.'

Sounds interesting, but not what I'm looking for.

'The Titan and Jennifer the Witch.'

I've heard enough about her.

'A Book of Shadows.'

I'm getting closer.

'The Necromancer's Grimoire.'

Huh, sounds like what I'm looking for.

I place the book inside my satchel, and walk out, noting that there isn't a librarian present to check it out.

Oh well, I guess a magic school has the right to do things that aren't the norm.

I walk back to my dorm room, with nothing eventful happening, most likely because everyone is in class.

Once I enter my room, I sit down at my desk, and begin reading.

At first, I start reading the book normally, but after not finding anything useful after the first one hundred pages, I change tactics, and begin to skim through the book. Hmm, nothing about Samhain yet, but a few of these spells might come in handy.

Ah finally, this chapter talks about Samhain.

I study the information intently, taking every last word in.

'Samhain is the Pagan holiday, which falls on the same day as Halloween. On this night, the veil between the worlds of living and the dead thin. Experts theorize that spirits are allowed to roam free, so long as they have a magical subsistence. It is a fact that magic is created inside of us, rather than the wand. The brain creates it, while the heart distributes is. But if the brain and veins act as the roads, than what is the car? An obscure, but prevalent wizard known as Star Swirl the Bearded hypothesized that blood is the answer. Blood is what carries magic throughout the body. This is why blood magic is so powerful, as they're extracting magic in its purest form. This theory explains why vampires and other undead require blood. Proving a spirit with enough blood allows them to stay in our world longer. Thus, spirits will flock to you if you offer blood.'

I close the book, and let out an annoyed sigh.

Blood, why is it always blood?

Well, I guess we know now.

I dig into my desk drawer, and pull out my pugio.

I'm probably the first in my family to use it in a long time.

I look at my calendar again, confirming that Samhain is in two days.

There really is no other option as far as I can see.

I pull out a pan from under my bed, which I use to charge stones. I sit down on the floor, with the pan in front of me, and the dagger in my hand.

I take a nervous breath through my nose. I really don't want to do this, but where else will I get blood?

It's the least I can do for what I did to Bruno and John.

That dream I had, it may have been a dream, but it spoke the truth. They are gone because of me. Had I not gone out into the woods, I would've never met Bruno, I would've never met John, I wouldn't have gotten hurt, and they would've still been alive.

My mind flashes back to what Bruno told me, the use of virgin blood

Good thing I'm a virgin.

I pull back my bandages, exposing my burnt arm.

With the tip of the dagger, I gently pierce my arm, holding my arm over the bowl.

After a few drops of blood have left me, I suddenly hear a few sharp taps coming from my bedroom door.

With haste, I hide the bowl under my bed. I then pull the bandages back over my arm, while walking towards the door.

With my injured arm behind my back, I open the door with my one good one.

In the doorway stands my blonde friend.

"Diana? What are you doing here?"

"Well, school is over for the day, so I thought I'd check in on you."

This is a bad time to come and interrupt me. Sometimes she can be so nice, it's slightly annoying.

But then again, she was the one in the forest who provided me comfort when I needed it the most. It's the least I can do.

Not wanting to be rude, I open the door wider.

"Well, come in."

Accepting my invitation, she walks in, and immediately spots the dagger lying on my floor, the tip shining crimson red.

Without taking her eyes off the dagger, a slight tilt in her expression, she asks,

"So, what have you been up to?"

"Oh, I've…just been taking it easy." I manage to stutter out. "You know...recovering?"

"Uh huh." She says, in an unconvinced tone.

She focuses her stare away from the dagger, and gazes at me.

"Oh my, so this is what the nurse did? She asks, referring to my facial bandages.

I nod, lightly kicking the dagger underneath my bed.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Can I take a closer look?"

I nod once again, this time feeling slightly uncomfortable.

She leans in closer, staring at my face intently.

My heart begins to beat a little faster. She has on a deep face of curiosity, as she studies the damage.

I can't help but stare into her deep blue eyes, they are pretty beautiful.

As time passes, Diana's expression turns less shocked, as she becomes comfortable with my wounds.

Raising one of her hands, Diana lightly touches one of my cuts.

A sharp pain quickly splits through my head, myself letting out a stifled whimper.

Perhaps too comfortable.

Realizing what she's done, her face turns a deep red, as she turns her back to me in shame.

"I-I'm sorry."

I let out a little chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't worry, getting them was worse."

An awkward silence follows, her back still to me.

I look at my clock, 4:52 P.M. I guess time flies when you're trying to reverse death.

"By the way, I also came by to give you this." She says, holding out a packet of paper.

I take the packet, and read.

On it are boxes each labeled with people's names, and bullet points describing them. For example:

Abigail Williams:

-Worked for the Proctor household, but was fired when she slept with John Proctor.

-Leader of the witch accusers.

-Gave Elizabeth Proctor a poppet.

This and many other descriptions, for many other characters.

Overall, the packet is four pages long, with little blank spaces. But, what gets me the most is how perfect her penmanship is. If it was any better, a blind man could read it. It's almost calligraphy.

I look at her confused, wondering what this is about.

"When you left, Ms. Europa had us take notes on The Crucible. I thought I might make a copy of my own notes, just for you.

This sudden gift surprises me. I knew Diana was nice to me, but I didn't know she would go through these lengths for me.

"Thank you." I say, a light smile on my face as I place the packet on my desk.

In Italy, when someone does something nice, we hug. But, should I hug Diana?

She can be an aloof girl sometimes, but I feel like we're good enough friends.

Making up my mind, I take a step towards her, but stop as I see three familiar figures in the doorway.

"Diana?! And just what are you doing here?" Akko demands, hands on her hips, with a lip jutting out in disapproval.

Way to ruin the mood Akko.

Taking the temperature of the room, Diana casually runs a hand through her hair.

"Oh, nothing Akko. I just came to check on Theodore, and seeing that he's fine, I'll take my leave."

As she starts to walk out the door, she says her goodbyes.

"Have a nice night, Theodore."

"You too, Diana." I say, while smiling.

And with that, she's gone, leaving me alone with the three witches.

"So, Ted…" Akko begins, rather calmly "…WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED BACK THERE?!"

My smile drops at this sudden change of tone. People who can change personalities just like that make me nervous.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! You! With all the lying!" She clenches her fists and inhales deeply in pure rage.

"Akko, give him a break. He's obviously been through a lot." Lotte requests, defending me.

The two then engage in an argument as I stand helplessly on the sidelines.

Sucy is unfazed by her friend's yelling, as she aimlessly walks around my room. She stops at my desk, noticing the book.

"The Necromancer's Grimoire." She reads aloud.

She turns her gaze to me and casually asks,

"Who kicked the bucket?"

I stare at her, with a mix of irritability and slight contempt.

Honestly, why can't this girl just mind her own business?!

I answer her question with a lie.

"Nobody. Nobody died. I'm just doing a little light reading."

"Yeah right." She mutters, flipping through the book, stopping at the page I bookmarked. "What have we here? Proving a spirit with enough blood allows them to stay in our world longer. Thus, spirits will flock to you if you offer blood."

She closes the book, and looks at me.

"You know, Samhain is in just a few days. I just got the feeling that there's a connection here."

"Be quiet, Sucy." I growl, the combination of what happened and all the yelling finally beginning to boil over.

Her words really seem like nothing more than salt in my wounds.

Noticing that the Filipino is on the move again, I ask

"What are you doing?"

She ignores me.

"Now, if I was blood, where would I be?" She asks herself, stroking her chin.

With a bit of thinking, she snaps her finger.

"Oh, I know. Where do bad things hide?" She asks, walking towards my bed.

"This is my room." I remind her, my anger now becoming apparent.

"Sucy, I think you should stop." Lotte suggests.

The alchemist ignores her, digging her hands under my bed.

"Ah-ha!" She cries out, pulling out the bowl. "And what we got here?"

She holds out the container for her acquaintances, revealing to them a few drops of the red liquid.

Lotte's eyes widen, while Akko sticks out her tongue in disgust.

Sucy shows opposing emotions, putting on one of her sadistic smiles.

"Jeez Ted, I didn't know that you are a cringy, edgy, emo. So, who's the blood for? Are you reviving an ex girlfriend, or a-"

"Sucy, get out!" I yell at her, my last nerve gone, and hopefully so will she.

Hearing the sheer anger in my voice, her eyes widen.

She defensively puts her hands in the air.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"Leave!" I demand, interrupting her apology.

Realizing that she can't talk her way out of this, she sighs and walks out, Akko and Lotte in tow.

I let out a sigh of my own, slumping myself onto the floor.

I eye my cast, reminding me of what happened, what could've happened, and what can still happen.

Overall, today has been an interesting day.

I had a nightmare, got a pep talk from a nurse, read a book about necromancy, and…yelled at a friend.

No, don't feel bad about it. She had it coming, she went too far.

As long as I can get ready by Samhain, I'll be fine.

This just isn't my week.

"Hey, Theodore."

I look up, revealing Lotte standing in my doorway.

She smiles sweetly before saying,

"I just want you to know that you're not alone. You have your friends here to help you through this. I know what it's like, to want to bring someone back. You see, my dad died when I was little. That's why I started to communicate with spirits. Whenever I felt sad, the fairies would make a rainbow. It was always so beautiful. Over time, I got over it and accepted his death. I'm sure that with help from friends, you can do the same."

She turns back to the hallway.

"Well, I hope you have a lovely night."

And with that, she closes the door.

My mouth hangs open in shock, unable to even speak.

Of course, it's Lotte. It's been Lotte this whole time. An L, an O, and a T. How could I be so dumb?

Bruno…Cooper, dog or human, I know how your daughter is, and I know what I must do.

Author's Note: I hope you all had a merry Christmas, and I hope you are all currently having a blessed Yule, a happy Hanukah, or whatever you celebrate. Also, how many of you already knew that it was Lotte? Put it down in the comments below. Also, I was very pleased to see that I was not only getting views from The United States and The United Kingdom, but also from Canada, Puerto Rico, The Netherlands, The Philippines, Argentina, France, and Poland! It's amazing that so many people, of so many different nationalities have come together in the spirit of Little Witch Academia. With so many people reading, I want to be more active with the audience, I want your option and your feedback. So, please do not hesitate to comment. I'll ask a question to arouse you. What do you like about this fan fiction? What do you want to see more of? What do you want to see less of?

Also in the news for the Little Witch Academia anime series:

A new trailer has been made:

2016/12/20/two-little-witch-academia-tv-commercials-hit-web/

But, even bigger news:

Constanze has a confirmed voice actor! So, let's hope that she will talk, instead of doing her regular grunting and groaning.

Also I'd like to thank PagetDaPanda. I'd like to thank him for all the support he's given me from the very beginning. Ever since I published the first chapter, he has been there. I'd also like to thank spacby, who has also been here from the very beginning. Right before I publish a chapter, we read it together as he gives his feedback, and opinion. Thank you both!

And finally, the best for last. This is a response to the guest, also known as NightcoreMiku who has made some memorable comments:

"My dog is dead too. Do you listen to Pierce the Veil? I feel like we have a connection."

No I don't listen to Pierce the Veil. I listen to The Ridiculous Six soundtrack.

"Hey, it's me again, NightcoreMiku, the dead dog guy. Do you wanna meet up and have brunch? I feel like we could have a great time."

Yeah, we can have brunch. Where do you want to meet up?