Nikolai enjoyed a long and wonderful sleep. The moment he closed his eyes back at the apartment, he enjoyed a nostalgic dream.
A dream of the days he was a small child, and his mother took him everywhere. It was a warm feeling that he didn't want to wake from.
'Hmmm...?'
Yet why did the dream suddenly change...?
A small mansion covered in flames, monsters and men clad in tactical gear holding guns charging inside.
'What's going on...'
The dream became lucid—he could feel, smell, and act as if he were there. Despite this, Nikolai was still helpless... was it a memory or a dream?
'Who is showing me this?'
Nikolai felt a strong sense of rejection... he desperately tried to close his eyes as if his body knew something that would happen soon.
