I had a strange dream last night.
I saw a shadow, something with an indefinite shape or size. It was always changing its appearance. It approached me slowly, all the while murmuring quietly. The words, while inaudible, were strangely endearing, with a vicious hint to them.
I wondered what it was doing, or what the shadow meant. As I watched, it positioned itself a few metres away from me and extended its hand to me. I recognized the gesture as that of an inviting one. I didn't take it just yet, though. I wasn't sure what it wanted.
And then...
A drop of red fell from its hand.
Doku.
A drop of crimson, then another, each one raining down leisurely from the hand.
Doku.
Doku.
A feeling of dread overcame me as I realized that they were droplets of blood.
Blood that didn't belong to the figure.
I turned to run, but found that my feet had been implanted firmly into the ground. I tried to call out for help, for Zero, but when I opened my mouth I found that my voice had been stolen from me.
It took a step closer. Another step. Closer.
Suddenly I was washed away in a torrent of blackness.
And then I woke up.