Are you safe while you sleep? Does your mind only belong to you? Or can some travel as they wish through the subconscious? Can some book a ticket to travel through your mind while you sleep? In this story, you'll hear about mysterious scars, grape soda, amateur pilots, and innocent prisoners, powdered sugar fights and dangerous Italian dinners. But there remains one serious question: are your thoughts your own property? Reviews: "This is publish-worthy, honestly! Can't wait to pick up a hard copy from barnes and Nobles one day! Amazing, as usual!" - That AuthorChick "It's gripping, it's good. Not just "for an amateur good", it's just good, full stop. Or "period", as you Americans would say. Nobody I know could pull off a better couple of chapters than this. It's fast-paced and to the point. I like it." -thatthenrybloke "Wow, you are an amazing writer! This story shouldn't be on a little website, it should be selling copies around the world, on NewYork times best seller's list! You're amazing!" -MissesHoran

"What kind of monster shows love to a human?!" At this point, I was finished with the man in front of me. All feelings towards him turned into anguish and betrayal. His mint green eyes were staring back as I searched into them to find a void of emotion. The expression on his face contorted to a sinister smile, as if someone forced him. "A monster who's too selfish and takes her away to paradise." Everything was dark as a white noise made its way towards my ears. ...... [Highest-ranking #94 in FanFiction] I don't own Saeran or Mystic Messenger. Just the story itself, no characters. I also don't own the art in the cover. ---- !!!!Update Oct. 2020!!!! Hey I just wanted to let you know that I wrote this at a young age and I've obviously grown over my MM phase. I wrote this fanfic when Saeran didn't have his own route, but now I believe that I was in the wrong to write this since I remember of the Stockholme Syndrome y/n has in this story. I wasn't aware or educated of it but I now am. This story will not be picked up or continued as it doesn't give justice to those who've experienced such unfortunate events. I'm keeping this story published for me to reflect upon my writing and hopefully use it as motivation whenever I do happen to write in the future. Feel free to skip over this as I don't want you to get your hopes up. Thank you for reading this message! -Goldfish..plup...plup