[He was fairly used to this dream, all things considered; blackness, out from which peered multitudes of seeking eyes, not in pairs, but singles. A single left eye, and a missing right which bore into the darkness.]
[Even after escaping its clutches, its power was lingering in the rain, searching for him.]
Eye.... eye.... where is it...? The right eye....
[The same foolish muttering as always. Was it actually there, still lurking in the darkness for its chance to strike? No matter what the case, Matoba had to press onward. Even if it was still following him, it couldn't try again for another month, and he had work to do to secure protective wards in the shelters wherever they were needed.]
[Nothing to do but continue forward, dispelling whatever nightmares and connecting with whatever Lost Souls he came across in his path.]
👁️ eye stuff
[Even after escaping its clutches, its power was lingering in the rain, searching for him.]
Eye.... eye.... where is it...? The right eye....
[The same foolish muttering as always. Was it actually there, still lurking in the darkness for its chance to strike? No matter what the case, Matoba had to press onward. Even if it was still following him, it couldn't try again for another month, and he had work to do to secure protective wards in the shelters wherever they were needed.]
[Nothing to do but continue forward, dispelling whatever nightmares and connecting with whatever Lost Souls he came across in his path.]