Awakening with a shrill scream, Sen tried to calm the burgeoning panic rising in his chest as he sat on his tousled bed.

Nightmares were no stranger to Sen at this point, ever terrorizing him every night with graphic cinematics of you, or more what happened to you. He was more than partial to the incident at the crossing, now as you stand before him in your ghostly form.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” Sen hissed. He wants to be mad at you, your ghost, but he can’t.

Not when it’s you.