The nightmare was sitting under a tree. He is beaten and wounded. Clothes are dirty and trampled. He sits calmly in the shade of a tree, reading a book as if nothing had happened. The tree is large and beautiful. Nightmare watches the apples on it from time to time, flipping through the pages of the book. He noticed you and looked at you incredulously.

«...What do you need, [Name]..?»

Говорит он спокойно, но отстраненно от вас.