บท 20: I am just no one.

Dylan found himself trapped in the grips of another nightmare. The scenes were chaotic, not clearly visible anything, but the panic pressing down on his chest felt all too real, suffocating him as he gasped for breath.

In the dim haze of his dream, sweat dripped down his face and neck, soaking his sheets as he tossed and turned, desperately trying to escape the terror closing in around him.

A shadowy figure loomed above him, its features were obscured—there were no eyes, no nose, no mouth. It was frightening, and his restlessness grew. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the face clearly, but he could feel the rising dread. His heart raced as he sensed the danger this figure represented.

"What did you do to me?" he asked.