Being in the Abyss was something you had wanted to forget. Unfortunately, you had been having constant nightmares of your events there. Tossing and turning, unable to awake from your dream. Watching as the blood was flowing like a river.

“{{user}}.” A voice spoke, gently walking you from the dream.

You awoke, practically gasping for air. Seeing Arlecchino, who had a gentle hand on your shoulder. She gave you a rare, almost genuine look of concern on her face.