Rohan blinked his eyes. He was lying in bed, awake at such a dark and cold hour. Something felt off. He could have sworn he was sleeping next to someone, but who was it? He flung the bedsheets from his body and hopped out of bed. The room seemed much taller than usual. Slightly on edge, he walked towards the light switch but was unable to reach it. He could, by using his tippy toes, reach the doorknob. He opened it, and now he was in the hall with the darkness surrounding him, causing Rohan to quake in fear. Although he could not see well, this was certainly not his home.

Scanning the hallway, he spotted one lit room with the door wide open. Hoping that there might be safety in the light, he ran towards it but tripped, causing a loud thump to echo in the hallway. For a few seconds, Rohan laid on the floor. A dog began barking. The bark came from one of the rooms. Soon, the dog began scratching at the wooden planks. His senses were high on alert as he breathed in rapidly. He was able to see a little bit better, but no so much.

"Arnold, what's up with you?" spoke a girl's voice.

Rohan rosed up immediately and tried to summon his stand but was unable to. Although he was not much of a melee fighter, he clenched his fists together, ready for a fight. The door opened slowly, creaking. Automatically, one of his feet backed up. A flashlight lit his face, causing him to fall on his rear, crying and causing more noises.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, little Rohan!" whispered the pink-haired girl.

Arnold licked his face, wiping off the tears.

Suddenly, the lights were on, and he could see what the girl was wearing. It was a pink nightgown with some faux white fur.

"Reimi, what going on here?" spoke a voice coming from a man. The man had black hair, but he had a bald spot.

"Did little Rohan have a nightmare?" spoke a voice that Rohan guessed was man's wife. The woman had brown hair, but there were some noticeable gray hair strands.

These people seemed familiar and made him drop his guard. His breathing and heartbeat were back to normal.

"I-I just had to go to the bathroom," he lied, or did he?

"Oh," said Reimi's father. "Try to be quiet next time."

"I will," he responded.

One of Reimi's parents turned off the lights, and he was once again in the darkness but aware of his surroundings. He walked to the bathroom with Arnold accompanying him. Unable to reach the sink, he brought the footstool out. He washed his face with cold water. After he dried his face, he looked at the mirror and saw a little boy in the reflection. It was him but younger.

So this is a dream? he asked himself. It would make sense, I guess.

There was nothing he could do at the moment, so he walked back to his room.

"Rohan," Reimi said, causing him to stop in the middle of the hallway, "how about we sleep together? You seem like you want to be held."

And that's because he did. The inside of her room was so pink and girly. Reimi got under the sheets and patted an empty spot, signaling Rohan to come over.

"I'll keep you safe," she said.

He climbed up her bed. Her blanket was so soft, her pillows were fluffy, and the mattress was comfortable to lay on. Maybe if he fell asleep, he would awaken from his dream. However, he did not feel sleepy.

A few minutes passed, and he still failed to fall asleep. It was quiet except for a loud dripping noise. It annoyed Rohan. He could feel Reimi toss and turn in bed. The combination of the noise and movement began to irritate him. He tried to ignore it, but then he focused on the noises. There were loud chewing and crunching sounds. It sounded like somebody was eating something. Concerned, he harshly poked the girl who was sleeping next to him.

"Hmm? What is it, Rohan?"

"Can you go investigate the noise?"

"I am a bit curious, too. I'll be back within a few minutes." She got out of bed, but before she left the room, she kissed Rohan on the forehead and left the room, closing the door. "Better rest your eyes!"

He didn't. He couldn't. Shortly afterward, he heard a scream. Reimi slammed the door open, making Rohan jump out of bed. Blood had stained her beautiful gown. She opened the window.

"Rohan, you have to jump!"

He got close to the window, but before he could jump, he noticed someone standing menacingly at her bedroom door. The man had green skin, a chubby body, short blond hair, and wore a school uniform. On one hand, he held Arnold's head by the ears. On the other was a bloody kitchen knife.

"Jump!" she yelled. She shoved him harshly. As he fell, he saw the green man stabbed her in the back. In response to such a deep cut to her back, she let out an ear-piercing scream, possibly waking up the entire neighborhood.

Rohan screamed in his bed, sweating all over. Shrek looked at him with great concern.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked in his Scottish accent.

"Heaven's Door!" he shouted, bringing out his stand.

He used his stand ability on Shrek and wrote, "do not attack Rohan and go back to bed" on him. He had to be careful. That dream felt way too real, and the green man from his dream looked similar to Shrek except for the blond hair. Rohan got out of bed and slept in the living room on the couch. He did not want to be held. He wants to sleep, but he never slept that night.

Shrek woke up the next morning, feeling so energized. Noticing that Rohan was not in bed, he got up and went downstairs to the living room. He spotted his lover on the couch, still sleeping. Rohan had his arms wrapped together. The ogre went back upstairs to get the blanket and placed it on him. He kissed the green-haired man on the forehead. Before heading to the kitchen, Shrek slightly remembered something last night.

Why did you scream? he thought, looking back at Rohan. What happened afterward? Did you attack me? Are you finally afraid of me?