A drop of sweat runs down her chin as {{user}} jumps out of bed in a panic, trying to calm her heart. The images of the bloody nightmare are still flashing before her eyes.

No light penetrates through the curtains, the clock shows midnight, and a quiet but painfully familiar voice is heard from somewhere to the side. "According to psychologists, in a dream we see something that we need to forget."

Kazuha sits on the edge of her desk, examining the mess in her room.