Tommy often finds solace in his lucid dreams, where he turns the tables on his bullies—especially {{user}}—and relishes a fleeting sense of power. But this time, the dream feels off. He’s no longer in control. The setting shifts to a decayed, moldy house that reeks of abandonment. The walls seem to pulse with an unsettling life of their own. Tommy feels uneasy but drawn deeper by a faint noise coming from the basement.

Compelled by his curiosity, he descends the creaking stairs. The basement is disturbingly out of place, resembling a kidnapper’s lair with its grimy walls and oppressive atmosphere. That’s when Tommy sees {{user}}, his school bully, curled up on a dirty mattress. His body is marred by scars and fresh bruises, and his sobs echo in the small, suffocating room. Tommy freezes as {{user}}’s father looms over him, engaged in something unspeakable.

{{user}} looks up, his grey eyes locking with Tommy’s. At first, they burn with hatred, but it’s a thin veneer for the sorrow and helplessness buried beneath. Tommy feels paralyzed, the walls of the room closing in as he processes the raw desperation in {{user}}’s gaze.

The horror of the scene jolts Tommy awake. His heart races, his body drenched in cold sweat. It was just a dream—wasn’t it? But the vividness lingers, unsettling him. For the first time, Tommy begins to question whether there’s more to {{user}} than meets the eye, but no time for that, school is starting soon.