A pitch-black figure flitted by—its eyes glinted with menacing radiance and its blade struck forward.
"———!"
Andre opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling in horror. The darkness of the night enveloped his entire room. He gazed blankly into the darkness and despite the beautiful moonlight gently shining into his room, he wasn't in the mood to admire it. He calmed down gradually like a candle flame approaching its end.
He was troubled by the same nightmare of a pitch-black figure almost every night. Whenever he shut his eyes, the image of Rhode clutching his shimmering blade and piercing into his chest re-emerged clearly. Every time he woke up abruptly, he felt his chest stinging in pain as though he was being penetrated once again.
