Do note that from when forth, this flashback takes a gory, dark and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.
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Benjamin wiped sweat off his face and was about to go back to sleep when a voice that sounded dreadingly familiar said,
"Hello Benjamin."
He froze.
Benjamin felt a sense of deja vu, as if he was strangely transported back to the twisted dream he had just experienced moments ago. So when he saw Azula sitting cross-legged in a seat in the middle of his bedroom, he had to rub his eyes to make sure that he was seeing correctly. Yet even that was not enough to dispel the surreal feeling. He pinched himself, and the sharp pain that stung brought him back to reality.
"Fuck." He cursed. It was real. Azula was right here with him.
