Astral Odyssey: Dying Ember
Nozomi’s glare bored holes into the ground as she bickered with the shadow in her mind.
“My, my, my.” The book spoke up. “Did someone meet your first love?”
When Nozomi did not answer, the book continued by itself. “I wonder what your shadow must be saying about that.” From its tone, Nozomi could tell that it was enjoying itself, like a person watching a drama series.
“Feel free to take my place and talk to it then.” Nozomi snapped back.
“Oh, someone’s grumpy. I guess I got my answer.” The book chuckled, clearly amused.