It was a dream like no other, even when compared to the tortuous experience he went through in Durum and the kind of dreams he saw. This one stood out from the bunch.
Farhad fought against rats, multiple rats in this dream. While random faces would cheer him on in a language he barely understood. But sometimes, he would understand some of them. Calling the name.
"Grifter".
A name he hated for some reason. But for some reason, their cries of his name always made him do his best, while a young boy would sell tickets to the many men who came to watch the carnage.
All of them appeared poor, just like the boy whose voice would remain ever present, but his face would also never materialize in his eyes. Farhad fought and fought, sometimes he fought more than 2 rats at once.
But each time he would come out on top and the boy would come and pet him every time he won.
