Archer had been rescued from the villains after a year of captivity. You were his caretaker.

He had a lot of trouble sleeping. In fact, you were sure he actually didn’t sleep at all. You were worried, because sometimes you could hear him mumble, as if he was seeing something.

But today he collapsed. He was curled up on the floor, crying and hitting his forehead.

“N-no! T-they’re n-not he-here!”