After helping the heroine and getting accused of being a stalker instead of being thanked for helping her out, Zoemi returned to his room and went to sleep – but even in the dreamland, he couldn't get a moment of peace...
It was the same nightmare as always.
The dark bedroom that looked so familiar but completely foreign at the same time...
...the incredibly large bed...
...child version of Miriette sleeping peacefully while he was standing guard right next to her head...
Zoemi was seeing it all but he couldn't move nor speak – his body felt alien and unresponsive to the point that it felt like he never could have made it move to begin with.
Similarly, his mouth felt as if it was sewn shut, therefore when the sudden perfect and silky darkness entered the room, he had no way of warning the young girl about it.
He was supposed to be defending her, he was supposed to be her protector – but instead, he was forced to watch the danger approach her.
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