I see what the problem is, I thought. This asshole, me, I rather, am addicted to the thrill of things. Why else would I jeopardize such a seemingly good thing. This girl practically worships me but it’s not enough. ‘I’ had memories of Asami begin to overlap memories of Nya, confirming my suspicions and revealing a problem. A major problem. I don’t remember one time Nya smiled, no, showed genuine happiness in Asami’s presence. Not the day Asami got promoted to head of the department at her job. Nor when Asami and I bought a house. She was happy for me, just expectant of Asami. Never complimented her, just always, “I wouldn’t expect any less from my sister.” That phrase makes sense now, ‘I’ thought. I’m in the middle of this and there’s no good way out, only damage control. I better be on point because she will hurt herself to hurt me more. This is not good. This dream just became a nightmare. Hopefully I’ll just get pulled out of this sometime soon because the shit is about to hit the fan.