VALENCIA'S POV
'You are certainly living your life happily. Have you forgotten about me?' The familiar sound resonated around me, making me realize I was back in the same dream, and I sighed.
How could I forget one thing that has made my nights and sleeping a living hell?
It was the same cycle.
I would appear in this castle, the same castle whose walls seem dark and black but are painted with blood, and the paths everywhere are followed by death.
This voice depicted that the blood puddle was around me.
The blood puddle, which takes the form of a translucent human being, haunts me like a never-ending dream from god knows when.
I stood from my place.
Yes. Like all the time, I fell into this dream and sighed.
Looking around, I walked calmly in the opposite direction, this time to find my way out of this labyrinth.
