the distant screams and cries of agony...the voices of people he doesn't know...the pain of a sword stabbing through his chest and then...

Danheng jolts awake and sits up, gasping for air as he clutches where it felt like the blade had pierced him. Covered in cold sweat, tears run down his face as he chokes back sobs. It was another nightmare.

Suddenly, he freezes. Someone gently knocks at his door before sliding it open. It was you.