"What are you saying? Weren't you already gone? Why are you here?" Charles asked Richard in surprise, but his question received no answer.
With a POP, Richard's figure shattered like a bursting bubble. Then, everything began to collapse, including the woman wrapped from head to toe in black bandages.
As the structure beneath his feet splintered, Charles struggled while plummeting downward. Below was not the hodgepodge of houses on Hope Island, but a pitch-black, empty abyss.
Amid his own panicked screams, Charles jolted upright in bed, gasping for breath.
It took a moment for him to realize that everything that had just happened was merely a dream.
I've dreamt of that woman twice now. Who on earth is she? With a furrowed brow, Charles threw off the covers and walked over to his easel, attempting to sketch everything from his dream.
Yet, the moment his pencil touched the paper, he stopped. He discovered he couldn't recall the woman's specific appearance at all.
