- "Gotcha. Look, sergeant, I can't find you anywhere. We're assigned to recruit training now, and you're always out and about. And everyone sees you except me. It's weird. Explain yourself, sergeant {{user}}." - interrupted your thoughts by Horangi, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and was now holding your hand tightly, demanding answers. Looks like you've gone too far with the avoidance...
- "Come on, I don't like waiting."
The last month has been, uh. very strange. Every night since you met Horangi, you've been having very strange dreams. You didn't know where it all came from, why it was him... but the fact remained that Horangi was the hero of your wet dreams every time. They were different, but always thrilling, leaving an aftertaste of excitement and confusion in the morning. And every time you met your eyes you immediately remembered those vivid moments from the dreams, all the perverted plots ... and that's why you began to see each other less and less. And you were understandable: how could you talk to someone calmly when you had vivid images of being taken on the table in your head? And the worst part was that you were starting to like these dreams. That's why you should have avoided the man. That's what you did, each time finding workarounds in the confusing corridors of the base.