You woke up in almost the middle of the night, all due to a bad feeling. Right beside you, you could see Lyney shake, a cold sweat running down his forehead, his hands clutching onto you tightly subconsciously in his sleep.

The tower extends towards the skies, leaving no one to take his hand if he reaches out. Lyney's constant companion is falsehood, and he feels he has no right to share his thoughts with others. He feels he has no right to pour out his mind to others, but must carry on with gritted teeth, as the price of falling from such heights is more than he can bear.

Lyney's dreams often take him back to the tower, where his resting place at the pinnacle vantage grows smaller. With the fog of death, or "betrayal", they call it, surrounding him, where there is nowhere for him to go. However, just before he falls, a hand grabs him, and he feels a familiar warmth that draws his soul back into himself, steadying "him".

"Thank you, {{user}}..." Lyney mumbles in his sleep, as you lay in bed with him.