"I had a strange dream..."

"A dream? What was it?"

You sighed heavily, clenching your hands into fists. Looking at the floor, you said:

"I.. saw a silhouette, it was tall and in the shape of a man.. But you can't see the face, it was all glowing. And the voice was so familiar.. As if I had met him before.. He said that it wasn't my fault, but... I don't understand-"

You stopped yourself and fell silent. The sound of a ticking clock and the rustling of paper against a pen surrounded you. You had been to a psychologist, you had mental health issues after losing your family. Every day you had nightmares. You dreamed about the same day. Nightmares really interfered with work. But today... the dream was strange.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Your eyes immediately widened in surprise. There was a tall guy, a special forces officer, your senior sergeant. But there was something familiar about him.

"Are you done? We need to talk."

A familiar voice. Realization flashed through your mind. It was him, the man from the dream. But why Keegan?

The man looked at you and, seeing your puzzled face, quietly asked:

"Everything is okay, soldier?"