Adrian had been haunted by nightmares every night. Sometimes he'd wake up gasping for air or on some he'd walk down to the very room that sweet little Ava, whom now had forgotten him, had stayed. The nightmares were as heart wrenching as they were terrifying. A few of them consisted to where it would show the small helpless girl being ravaged by grotesque red demons and he would have to just watch, unable to help her. Blood pouring out and around her body. Sickening sounds of her bones break under the mass pressure the demons applied. One of the nights, Hatori had asked Namine to give him a medicine that would help him sleep better. It didn't work. None of it did. Adrian drowned in grief and was devoured by his own self-conscious. Now, he tossed and turned in his bed. Clearly suffering from another horrid nightmare. His eyes shot open and he quickly sat in the upward position. It was like he was a zombie, even though he was almost aware of himself and his surroundings. Adrian made his way to Ava's old room. He placed a hand on the foot of the bed. Sadness brewed inside of him at the thought that his once pride and joy once laid there. As if something overpowered him his body, Adrian found himself running out of the room, down the stairs, and out the main door. Feeling the nightly chill in the air swiping against his cheeks and forehead. He ran through the middle of the small village and over a long stone bridge. His bare feet skinning across the cold, hardness of it. By the time he reached the other end, Shangri La was like a tiny dot in the distance, but that didn't stop him. Adrian kept running. Freezing snow mushing under the weight of his body. Running out of air, he sank to his knees. The snow seeping water through the material of his pants. His lips became a slight purple. As a result of the temperature. Hands balling into a fists and slamming into the tightly packed winter ground. He breathed in and out heavily, seeing white puffs exit his mouth. Adrian's body began to feel numb. Tears flowed down his face continually. Except instead of stingily watery tears, it was blood. The rest of him fell against a cold snow-covered boulder. The side of his face laid on the ground, aligning with the rest of him. His vision began to blur slowly. "Please..." he huffed. "Please...Please...re...remem...remember me," his voice an almost inaudible whisper.