II: Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares

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Hello?

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Don't be alarmed.

I am your friend.

I need you to do something for me.

I only have one request to ask from you.

They are listening.

You are running out of time.

They are here to bring you harm.

Trust me.

Don't trust them.

Wake up.

Wake up.

"Kami!" He could feel his body being jerked as he drifted in and out of lucidity.

"Kami! Kami, wake up vro. You're having them dreams again."

He mumbled incoherently.

"KAMI!"

Kamiwaii Mashita [Rank: VII] bolted upright in bed.

His eyes were glazed, his thoughts foggy, his focus unfixed. He scanned the room until his gaze landed on his friend—Sutō.

Sutō Kurī [Rank VIII] was slight in stature but tall and muscular in frame. His complexion resembled rich chocolate, and he always wore a smirk. He kept his hair hidden under a durag—the strings tied in a floppy bow at the front. His charm was mesmerizing, drawing almost anyone in. Sutō was hardly peevish.

"You said what, man?" Kamiwaii groaned as his demeanor began to relax.

Sutō's face filled with concern as he stepped away from Kamiwaii's bed.

"Man, you were talking in your sleep again. Talking all crazy and twitching and what-not. You gonna do this every night, vro?"

Kamiwaii chuckled then settled back into bed.

"Sorry, vro," he tsked, shaking his head. "I don't know what's up with me, man. I haven't had dreams like this in a while."

"Dreams like what?" Sutō asked, his interest piqued.

Kamiwaii sat up, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.

"It's like I'm sitting in this dark room in a wooden, beat-up chair. A dim light shines down as I hear footsteps approaching from behind me. Someone grabs the chair and begins to whisper in my ear—as if they've known me my whole life. They tell me things, mostly comprehensible, but sometimes it's complete gibberish. Some things are good, some things are bad. It wants me to come with it. It wants me to do things. I've never seen it before, but something tells me it wants me dead."

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