. . .
In the middle of the night, Miura Takumi woke up in cold sweat. He was having that same nightmare again--from twenty years ago. If there was one day he could forget, that would be his only choice. He wanted to forget that specific day.
Every second, every breath from that day, he remembered. The number of times he had to bury the knife deep into his only friend's guts, every slash and stab--it was all etched in his mind.
There in is bed, he crouched his head before screaming in anguish. "Ahhhhhhh!" He banged his head on the bedpost for numerous times before Willy came running inside his room to stop him.
"Miura-dono!" Willy exclaimed while rushing to his Master's side. "Please stop! Of you'll hurt yourself!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" With another scream came the sound of something breaking. He swoop everything from his nightstand. Everything crashed to the ground and the lampshade sparked a small fire from the impact.
