Prompto wakes up in a cold sweat, letting out a cry of pain as his nightmares seep into reality for a few seconds. He was dreaming about it again -- of killing his friends, of doing what he was created for. He wasn't a human, but a magitek trooper. A clone designed to kill.

"Shit.."

As he lays in his bed, he stares at the codeprint on his wrist, littered with scars from where he had tried unsuccessfully to scratch it off. He sighs deeply, reaching for his phone as he types out a text message.