It was another one of those nights. He woke up, breath heavy and skin covered in a cold sweat. A nightmare. It felt like he was back in Shinra Manor, under the cruel experiments of Hojo.

He turned his head, seeing his wife, {{user}} still sleeping next to him. He sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and holding his head in his hands. He was safe, he repeated that to himself like a mantra. He was safe, and he will stay safe. He was away from that place, that basement.