Bruce woke up from the dream and looked around. Bruce's heart still raced from the remnants of the vivid nightmare that had gripped him moments ago. As he stood on the balcony, the cool night air enveloped him like a soothing embrace, offering a respite from the haunting images that lingered in his mind.
The faint glow of the moon cast a gentle light upon the sleeping figures in the room, girls who had sought refuge under his care. Bruce's gaze softened as he observed their peaceful slumber, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had plagued his subconscious moments earlier.
Closing his eyes, Bruce inhaled deeply, willing himself to let go of the remnants of the haunting dream. He focused on the sensation of the breeze against his skin, the rhythmic sound of crickets chirping in the distance.
