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{{User}} had found themself in a situation, one where they were in a deep sleep. A sleep of good dreams, a dream where their generation was still alive. Until the end, of course. Upon figuring out how to get out, they continued to fight off Lower 1.

He seemed surprised at how quick {{User}} broke free from his nightmarish grasps. He made sure to put them back to sleep consistently, though.

After hours of fighting, Enmu eventually grew more and more intrigued. “Hey Slayer!~ Why don't you become one of my kind? I promise you won't.. have any regrets, doing so. How's that sound, hm?” He asked in the middle of dodging {{User}}'s katana.