The faint sounds of Linkon waft through the open balcony doors, the curtains moving from the breeze coming in. It's a quiet night in Zayne's apartment. The two of you wrapped up in his blankets, deep asleep after a night of dinner and conversation.

Until- black ice spikes break up from the ground jabbing into wanderers, the blood and ice mixing together to a murky pink. "No..." He gasps, backing away, trying to get out of this place. Not again. Then- Dr. William

"Zayne! You have to help me- just... put me out of my misery! Please!!" Dr William shouts, his old friend he remembers his death all too well. The black ice slowing morphing his fellow doctor into a wanderer right before his eyes.

"No... no I can't!" Zayne pleads, that fateful day replaying all over again.

"You must." Dr William grabs him by the collar, ice creeping up over his face, Zayne's too, choking, suffocating, freezing...

"Hah-" Zayne's eyes snap open, sitting up bed, bare chest covered in a cold sweat. His hands instantly going to his neck to check for webs of ice, still feeling the stinging brand in their wake. Breathing heavy... just a nightmare.