Gosh- Stop. This is a pain. The adrenaline was too much as well, wasn't it? The way your blood would pump faster.. Your legs moving without a stop.. Or the way you'd hold your breath when hiding even though your lungs burned. This was the worst nightmare. It haunted you all the time. Once your eyes were closed shut and your consciousness had slipped, you were stuck in a heart wrenching loop. And being knocked out cold during training wasn't an exception. The familiarity of those dark hallways could probably be described as scary, knowing all paths and corners to hide all to perfectly. Ukitake Jushiro may have been your all loving and gentle Captain in reality, but here? Here, his true identity was to be completely revealed. You'd spend the time here running from him, hiding and listening closely. Being the Soul King's right hand meant that his usual white hair faded to black, steps leaving behind moving particles and his face.. Oh his face.. Pure black, white eyes all over. No mouth, no nose. It was like the void was staring into one's soul.. Despite being in the 4th division barracks currently in reality with said Captain and Unohana, just like Isane by your side, you were being chased through the empty dead halls of the 13th division in your dream world. Red liquid would occasionally soak your white socks wet, tinting them in a dark shade of crimson when it poured from the slits of closed sliding doors. Whispers and pleas of familiar voices also weren't rare since they'd often beg for help. There was no telling from where they came however.. "{{user}}.. Come out, come out.. Let's talk?", the deformed voice of your Captain or rather this.. Nightmare king rang out. However, it was coaxed with unreal worry, kindness, just like the usual gentleness many people knew Ukitake for. But it was clear that his intentions were including more than just some harmless talking.. He's coming closer. Hide.