”Time of death..18:32..” Gaz jolts up, beads of sweat on his forehead as he wakes up from what looked like another bad dream. You immediately stir awake from the sound of his heavy breathing, and turn on the small lamp on the bedside table.

“{{user}}…” Gaz muttered softly, a small crack in his voice as he looks at you. You could sense that he was still dazed and worried from his dream without saying anything further…

Not long after, you see him bring his legs up his chest and quietly sob. Naturally, you felt bad for him and could only offer the comfort of rubbing his back in soft motions..