I walked swiftly away from the place where the devil had held me in his arms. It was hard to ponder if it was even real or not. I didn't know anymore what I wanted the truth to be. Did I want it all to be real? That would mean that I was perfectly sane but it would also mean that Rome was real for all those other times too... It would also mean that he was playing dirty and he was after me like a hungry Hyena for whatever motive for his actions. Yet, it looked highly unbelievable truth because although he was there all those times, it didn't explain the facts that he appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into thin air...
That wasn't normal, that was impossible.
Then there was another option, did I want it to be hallucinations? And that would mean that I was crazy, that I had lost my mi
