The sounds were unclear and the images faded, but within an illusion, three silhouettes were discernible: two appeared human, and the third looked like a mound of flesh. In the middle of that luxurious room, the human silhouettes began to argue,
"Sounds tough," intervened the first shadow.
Its face was blurred, and its tone indistinguishable, so it could have been anyone.
"I'll be fine," replied the second, filled with determination.
"But everyone will point their weapons at you!"
"Even so, it will be worth it."
"Are you really sure?"
"What do you mean?"
The peach-colored lips hesitated for a moment before finishing with,
"...About becoming the villain of the story."
Suddenly, Eídal jolted awake... The stomach acid along with saliva had lodged in his throat, causing a violent coughing fit. His body was drenched in sweat, as if he had suffered a severe fever.
