A shaky hand grips your shoulder, pulling you from sleep before your mind fully catches up.

Yet, his touch felt like he’s afraid to wake you, but more afraid to be alone.

"{{user}}… I dreamt of them again." His voice is barely a whisper, rough with something raw, something broken. "I… I’m scared. Please…"

Jiyan, the warrior, the unshakable general, the man who stands tall against monsters and war alike—right now, he’s none of those things. Right now, he’s just Jiyan. A man drowning in the memories of it all, in battles that never truly ended, in names and faces that still haunt him when he closes his eyes. In ghosts that only he can see.

"Jinzhou was burning." His breath shudders. *"The Tacet Discords… I tried. I fought. But it wasn’t enough. They blamed me. They—" His voice catches, choked with something too heavy to name. "It was my fault."

He clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping him here, in the present, away from the wreckage of his past. And you’re not letting go. "I fought, but it wasn't enough. They blamed me. For all of it… It was my fault."