21st September, the year 334 of Dawn era. The ringing sounds of an alarm rang within a room, increasing in amplitude as time passed. Five minutes later, the sounds stopped.
Snuggling within a blanket was Jyorta, his expression a mild frown, despite the posture of comfort his body was in. The morning rays of the sun were warm while the air was slightly cold, creating the perfect atmosphere for sleeping.
His eyelids trembled constantly while sweat formed on his forehead. He turned from time to time, seemingly suffering from a nightmare.
"Murderer!"
A loud voice echoed, resounding in his mind with such startling clarity that it shook him awake. Jyorta sat up in fright, panting as he clutched his head. The voice resounded in his mind once again, making him feel jittery.
