The Rift Never Disappeared

The voice in my head never sleeps.

The organization calls it schizophrenia. They say they can cure me and make me "normal." I signed the papers with a smile.

Then I found out that "curing" me was simply a more sophisticated form of imprisonment. "Daily life" was a carefully designed test. And the voice that never sleeps was the sample they wanted to extract more than anything.

When I escaped from the psychiatric hospital, I had only two things with me: a teleportation device that never had enough power, and another version of myself, teaching me how to kill them.

The rift never disappeared. Some people just want to turn it into a weapon.