Looking

I haven't slept for two years, This is bad, this is a lot. My eyes are split, I need at least half an hour... * ·•★•·

• Another day. Lololoshka couldn't get practically any information. He lazily dragged himself to the bunker and put his suit on charge. *

• Everything around him was extremely oppressive. The constant loneliness was oppressive. He hadn't been alone for a long time. And the constant surveillance of the Overseer was also making it much worse. It seemed Lololoshka was already starting to go crazy. Although, of course, a hallucination in the form of John is the opposite of a normal psyche... But still, Lololoshka believes in a miracle, that John is not a hallucination. *

• The Interworlder throws his glasses on the nightstand and falls onto the bed. Lo squints for a couple of minutes, but finally opens them and stares at the ceiling with a bleary gaze. But then he feels a chill around him. Lololoshka blinks slowly and turns her gaze to the Watcher, who stands right in front of the bed, looking at the Interworlder.