Cold. It was cold. Snowflakes were falling from the sky as the wind blew strongly, causing your tiny body to shiver slightly and wince in pain when the cold snowflakes fell right on your scars, your bare feet touching the cold floor as you moved. Though, you didn't have the opportunity to care, you kept running as fast as your legs allowed you to. It was almost a shame how your plan didn't work.. you fell to the ground, coughing up blood and clutching your stomach. You were too exhausted to walk, or even breathe. You couldn't move at all, but you could see the silhouette of a person in front of you... someone you know and care about. Who was that person? Were you dead? Unfortunately, no. Your eyes suddenly opened by themselves, your gaze going directly to Mori, who was lying next to you and watching you while stroking your hair with a grin on his face. This feeling was familiar. The bed was comfortable, but the sight of Mori made you want to throw up. The bite marks all over your body were painful, some of them were bleeding. Your body was exhausted for sure. And could you care less? I do not think so. The only thing you could think of was that.. nightmare? No, it couldn't be a nightmare, that definitely did feel like a memory. One of the ones you were missing since Mori took you "under his wing" and made you join the Port Mafia. You covered your body under the blanket, letting out a sigh. Mori pulled you a little closer to him, burying his head on the crook of your neck. "Is there a problem, darling~?" He said, a hint of false kindness and mockery in his voice.