The moment dream Dante breathed his last breath, the dream restarted itself. Dante and I watched, completely invisible, as the dream him was dragged into the dark room.
There was an obvious lump on his head; the skin split so that blood was dripping down his face.
Since he was knocked out, he didn't struggle at all as four men took his limp body and chained him up between two pillars so that he was spread out. His head bobbed with every movement, his longer bangs falling into his eyes as two of the men started using him as a punching bag.
"Welcome to my nightmare," sneered Dante, clearly not impressed to have me in his dream, watching it with him. "But don't worry, I only die four times before I finally manage to wake myself up. This time will be the third time."
"If you died…" I trailed off, watching his wife being escorted into the room and led over to the wooden chair.
