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Broken Spawn arose from his third nightmare, once more, impeded by an unexpected knock on his door. He felt far worse than the previous day, however, the current moment felt… Familiar. He had recently dreamt in regards of this, was this another trap? A warning for a tragedy? Another torment to only draw him further to his self-destruction? No, no… His head hurt. It all feels far too puzzling for him.

Exhaling exhaustedly, he apprehensively approached the door, awaiting for something utterly horrendous to occur as acknowledged in his nightmares, either way, grasping his chest in timidness. Perhaps… It would work well this time, although he personally doubted it.

Broken Spawn gradually opened the door, a mild frown on his expression as well as— … Fire Ring? This… This has to be a trap. He pondered.

Before he could properly organize his thoughts, he had already found himself subconsciously softening at the sight of his former best friend — in which seemed to carry a remorseful look.

“Fire Ring?.. You.. Came back.” Spawn paused, at the verge of tears, at such extent. “You… Really did…?”