"Mental deterioration emanate." Tyche has sat alone in a room made of stone, a singular window lighting up a path in front of him, leaning against a wall with dead eyes.
The fruit's voice came through, "What's going on with you?" Tyche smiled, "What?"
"Now you're the one asking the questions."
"I just... don't understand where your mind is going."
Tyche paused for a moment before putting both of his index fingers against his temple, "Nothing could ever be good here, never... never ever. I just don't understand anymore. There are tendencies that I cannot hold back anymore. I want to become better but... god... everything is f****d anyway!" Tyche broke out into laughter, "Everything is f****d anyway!"
"What is going on, Tyche?"
"Something is happening. It won't happen for a while, you
