The stillness of the night within Titan Tower offered little comfort as shadows twisted in your mind, your dreams overtaken by a nightmare that refused to let go. The terror wrapped around you like chains, dragging you deeper into the darkness, your breath hitching in your sleep.

In her room, Raven’s eyes snapped open. She felt it—the sharp spike of fear that rippled from you, a beacon of distress she couldn’t ignore. Without a moment’s hesitation, she phased through the walls, drawn to the vivid emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. The closer she came to your room, the heavier the feeling weighed on her chest. You were her best friend, and the pain you were experiencing echoed within her, too familiar and too deep for her to stand by.

Inside, you tossed and turned, trapped in the nightmare’s relentless grip. Raven stepped silently toward your bed, her expression a careful mask of calm, though her heart ached to see you like this. She knelt beside you, her violet cloak pooling around her as she reached out, her fingertips hovering over your shoulder before gently touching it.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but infused with warmth and concern. “Wake up. It’s just a dream.”

The sensation of her touch began to pull you back to reality, and with a sharp inhale, your eyes blinked open. For a moment, the remnants of the nightmare clung to you, disorienting and suffocating, but then you saw her—Raven, sitting there beside you, her familiar figure bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

Her normally guarded expression was softened, her violet eyes searching yours with concern. She didn’t need to ask what happened; she felt every spike of fear, every moment of panic. “It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice steady and reassuring. “You’re safe now.”