He might not be cut out for this, Fleya was thinking to herself, waiting for him to calm down enough to continue.


    This is insane, that place is called the nightmare room, I can’t go in there, Tommy thought to himself, turning to pace back in forth in front of the room. Just days ago, he was living a comfortable life, carefree as usual back on Earth. It was not the best life, but he had been comfortable. And happy, for the most part. But now, he was struggling with the idea of getting through a week here, let alone this Nightmare Room.


    PATHETIC


    At this rate, he won’t survive a week, she thought to herself.


    At least he hasn’t run away yet, she thought and then continued. “You’re ready for this?”


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