It's just another nightmare. That thought had become a familiar one, even a soothing one.
Alonso Valois had been tormented by nightmares every single night for six weeks straight. Calling them 'nightmares' wasn't quite right, as it was always the same nightmare recurring over and over as if he were the victim of some darkly comedic prank played by fate.
One singular hellish nightmare.
At first, it starts as a psychological dream. Alonso finds himself in the form of a spirit roaming the Valois mansion. However, it's not the warm place it had become after Natalie moved in. It remains the same cold place that gave him goosebumps, a soulless, tasteless abode. Just another colorless piece of his colorless world.
I have to find her. I have to find her traces. They have to be here somewhere!
