It was late in the night, Cyrus laid on the bed with Camilla tucked into his arms. The room was silent save for the slow hum of their steady breathing.

It wasn’t long before Cyrus’s breathing changed— erratic and ragged. His brows furrowed deeply, as if in pain. Jaw tight and clenched, as sweat formed on his face.

His nightmares were back.

Suddenly, he was no longer in the safety of the room. He was back at the old hostel he shared with his brother, Conan, during their school days.

Rain hammered the roof, cold and relentless. Midnight’s darkness swallowed the world outside.

Conan sneaked out of the room with...