Conan pov.
He was walking in a dark alleyway. where he had no idea. He felt vulnerable like a child, but then again
he did have a child body. He felt like he was being watched. "Hello" said a cold sinkingly familiar voice.
"Gin" he whispered horror evident in his voice. "Oh so you you remember who I am, good for you" the
Voice answered back with a heartless laugh. He stood there frozen in fear, the person who tried to kill
Him was here in the darkness, the person who started this all was here with him. "its your fault they
had to die, your friends and family are dead Because of you" Gin confessed. He just stood there listening.
His freinds, his family dead all because of him. "If you had died when I gave you the poisen then they will
all be alive, but you lived at the cost of there lives" Gin countinued. Just then Gin came out of the darkness
With a gun in his hand and blood on his clothes the blood of his friends and family. "So do them a favor and
die" said Gin pointing his gun at him. Then Gin shot, everything went in slow motion as the bullet came closer.
"No please dear god this can't be happening"He whispered repeatedly out loud to himself as the bullet got
closer and closer until... He woke up. He was drenched in sweat from that that nightmare. But that was what
it was a nightmare and Nightmares aren't real.