Third Person’s POV

The room was pitch black.

A coil of rope lay on the floor.

A crumpled note sat on the table.

A lifeless body lay in the corner.

Brett woke up from his recurring nightmare, drenched in sweat. His face was pale, with sweat droplets resembling rain on a windowpane. As he opened his dry lips to take a breath, he realized there was no moisture. Despite the lump in his throat making it difficult to swallow, he managed to let out a groggy morning voice.

"Same dream, again," he chuckled to himself.

However, his laughter quickly faded as he felt an overwhelming weakness. His energy seemed to...