Arthur savored the golden liquid from the glass cup in his hand sipping it slowly as well as the burning sensation that greeted his throat that he was slowly getting used to. However, the noise of the loud music from a nightclub, which he had just visited a few minutes ago, did not affect Arthur's mind in the slightest as if he was in another world like there was a barrier that made him just silent for a long time without saying a word.

He hated his dream that came a few hours ago because Arthur had to repeat the fear that had happened to him in that Arthur hated...