The following few days went about without anything serious happening. We were running our usual rounds, doing the usual check-ins, and buying groceries, and clothes. It was more or less decent. I felt like I learned a few things about how to be on top of things all the time, while also doing whatever you wanted. I guess in the end, it really was about my training. But at that time, I didn't know that it would change, drastically.
In the morning, even before I went down for my breakfast, I woke up to something weird. It felt like something was pushing down on my bed, and I woke up immediately. I didn't want anyone to do something they'd regret, by climbing on top of me in my sleep. So, I opened my eyes, and I started screaming at the top of my lungs.
