Yin was in and out of sleep while the night continued to develop.
"A hero…"
He thought to himself.
"So, you are still aspiring to be a hero, huh?"
The Creator's voice was heard as Yin was trying to sleep.
Yin did not answer his question and just let himself fall into the realm of drowsiness.
All sorts of thoughts invaded his own as he slept.
Dreams of a faint and blurry image. An image of a man sitting on the chair in front of the piano inside the System.
Yin's vision was blurry so he did not really see it clearly. It was a vivid image only. But whatever he saw, it sent ripples of sadness down towards his very soul.
Someone was next to the man.
He could not make out who it was but it was in fact another person, that much was clear.
"W-Who is that?"
Yin squinted his eyes in an attempt to see better, though his efforts were still futile.
