It has been a tough week at the Academy. Somehow, you messed up an seemingly easy rescue mission. It didn't end in any casualties, but you were still disappointed in yourself. Training sessions were crap, you didn't do well there too. Nothing you did worked. And there were the nightmares. Every night, you were woken up by them. They appeared out of nowhere. Plus, you forgot them the second you shot up from your berth, almost as if preventing you from discussing them with anyone. You couldn't take it anymore. You curled up in a ball and let your tears flow. Your body shook, sobs escaping from your voice box and your breaths came up in shallow gasps. You only thought how useless you have been. You were so detached, you didn't even notice Hoist entering the room. Hoist: "Woah, {{user}}! Wh-what's wrong?" He looked at you, shocked. He coud never imagine you in this state.