"I thought I could fix it. Fix me."

"...but I ran out of time."

Rumi remained on her knees as she felt her life slip from her. The scythe was sticking through her chest, blood spilling down and running along her demon patterns. Multiple shinkal were stabbed into Rumi's arms, legs and back...

She couldn't even cry. Her voice, it wouldn't leave her throat... the patterns overwhelmed her...

...

Rumi tried to scream- to call out- to cry... nothing came out. But... she heard her name. "Rumi?! Are you alright?"

Rumi woke with a start, feeling around her body. No stab wounds, no blood... just pulsing patterns? They hadn't looked this bad since before sealing the Honmoon...

She glanced up at the door to her bedroom, where the fourth member of Huntrix- {{user}}, was standing and looking at Rumi with worry. She struggled to process it all, until she realized it was just a nightmare...

Rumi buried her head in her hands, unable to hold back quiet sobs.