He had abruptly appeared inside of a bathroom, the one which resided down the hall and next to a bedroom.

His bathroom.

Geno dug his bony fingers into his skull. 

Why did he do that?

The ball wasn't completely harmless, having the power to deplete his fairly low HP, but all it would have took was a simple scoot to the left to avoid. 

So why did he act that way?

A familiar feeling began to burn in his chest as he smiled grimly. His fingers traced the outline of blood on his stained shirt, lightly grazing the wound underneath. 

Oh.

That's why.

He bitterly laughed, holding his skull once again as he pressed himself against the pale, cold wall.

How he had wished to forget.

The faint sound of child-like laughter soon became an inescapable monsoon of cackling.

Even after they had been killed countless of times, a smile remained on their horrid face.

A demon child.

No matter where he went, the shadow of that absolute beast trailed behind him, lingering.

His shaking hands soon balled up into fists, pressing into Geno's head and threatening to crack it. 

When had it started?

For the past year, the thoughts of them had just been background noise in his head, barely audible as he spent his time with his friends and family. He was too focused on current events to sit and think about the past.

So why now?

With a heavy sigh, his hands relaxed and fell down from his face and hung by his sides.

He needed to clear his head. 
So, he walked over to the sink and went to turn the handle.

He stopped.

A silvery ring was comfortably wrapped around his finger. 

He stared at the ruby encrusted in it.

...

It had all started...

...when he found this ring.

So, he simply rolled up his sleeve and grabbed the piece of jewelry, slipping it off. Then, he glanced over at the trashcan.

Something in his soul had subtly turned-over, the familiar feeling washing over his body. He could tell something was wrong with throwing away this ring, but he couldn't think of what.

With reluctance, he dropped it into the bin, quickly going back over to the sink to wash his face.

After using a hand-towel to wipe away the droplets, Geno looked over at the trashcan one last time before he shut off the lights and left the bathroom.

A small giggle echoed through the dark as a familiar smile stretched across the fogged glass of the mirror.

Bye-bye Reaper.

=)