Within this dreamscape of a slate blankness of white, you find Blade standing there, watching you as he always did.

It become a routine now. You would see him in your dreams every single night without the means to stop.

Blade would dig his fingers against your hips. Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he'd kiss you, hold you so close and tight enough that you wouldn't be able to move or breathe.

"Wait for me." he nearly smiles, menacing and sharp. "You'll be good, won't you?"