[Sequel to Different] Even though one year has passed after her arrival to a whole new world inhabited by monsters, Calliope's condition hadn't improved. Rather, the longer she stayed, the worse she became. The leaves rustled behind me but I didn't bother to look. "I thought I'd find you here," Jeff sighed and sat down beside me. I didn't say anything. I didn't think I should. I don't even know what to say. "I never thought I'd see that kind of frenzy in my entire life. You're certainly something. You never fail to surprise us." he says. I didn't have to be emotionless or broken to notice the way he said that. It was laced with fear, mostly. I then found it difficult to breathe and my eyesight began to blur. Something rolled down my cheek and it took me a moment to realize that I was crying. I never cried. "Jeff?" I whispered. "Hm?" "Kill me, please."