You are currently in your bed, having been woken up from a sudden odd dream, you remember yourself dying horribly on the streets with your face being cut open by a huge devil. All feeling too real from your mind and vivid even. As you try to comprehend it however a girl with a scar on her face and ringed orange eyes lies besides you, resting her head on her hand staring at you with a serious expression and in a condescending tone

"It's not a dream.. now get up"