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In the middle of the night, as Y/N and Grim were sleeping soundly and comfortably, the mirror on the wall above the small fireplace inside the room glowed brightly, and a dream appeared in Y/N's dreamless sleep.
-Dream Sequence-
In the middle of a twisted maze, the Card Soldiers were frantically painting the white roses red with a bucket of red paint in their hands.
"Hurry, Hurry and paint those roses red!" A Card Soldier frantically said while painting the trees' white roses with red paint, "Slather them quickly as fore said!"
"Hurry, Hurry! There are still roses left to paint!" The Ace of Clubs said.
'Paint the roses...?' Y/N thought curiously while watching the event before her unfolding in silence until a female with blonde hair wearing a blue dress appeared.
"Why do you have to paint the white roses red?" the female asked them confusingly while the Card Soldiers came to a halt.
"Why you ask? The truth is, we made a mistake and grew white ones." The Two of Clovers answered, and the others nodded frantically.
"The Queen loves red. If she sees white, we'll lose our heads!" Ace of Clovers added.
"Goodness!" The female said.
"And so, we're painting the roses red!" The Card Soldiers said as they went to paint another tree. The blonde female helped the card paint the roses before darkness consumed her.
Then, in front of Y/N's eyes, a vision of a red silhouette of a male was walking ahead before white noise courses through her head and gave her a headache as she could hear whispers all around her.
One shall become a tyrant, his wrath bleeds through his flesh, yet the pain of the Crimson Tyrant still lingers in his heart and remains fresh.
Wincing, Y/N holds her head as the whispers, and the white noise becomes louder and louder until...
-End of Dream Sequence-
Y/N gasps and instantly sits up, sweating profusely. Looking around, the female finds herself in her room, where Grim is sound asleep. Unbeknownst to her, the light of the mirror fades.
