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Morpheus battled insomnia that night, tossing and turning in a restless struggle. Despite his weariness, sleep eluded him, his mind consumed by thoughts of Persephone.

Unable to divert his focus, he found himself immersed in memories of her. Yet, in the rare moments when her image faded, all that remained was the haunting specter of his life, besieged by bullets.

The merciless brutality of the battlefield lingered in his thoughts—the shattered ruins, the blood-soaked drains.

He curled into a ball and closed his eyes, a sharp pain radiating from the depths of his heart. Trembling and breathless, he grappled with the overwhelming anguish.

Morpheus summoned his strength and compelled himself to sit up, seeking solace in the bathroom. Cold water cascaded over his wounds as he cleansed them repeatedly.

Gazing into the mirror, he confronted his reflection, a visual narrative of scars, old and new. Perhaps, he mused, his involvement in the gritty underground arena served as a deliberate choice to overlay fresh wounds upon the scars of the past.

These recent injuries, a stark reminder of his continued existence, seemed to echo the resilience he forged amid the ashes of war.

Morpheus had survived, not only for himself but for those who shared the tumultuous journey through the chaos of battle.

Morpheus only succumbed to slumber as the first light of day began to break.

Upon awakening, he noted the clock on the wall signaling 7:00 a.m.

Surveying the room, he speculated that

once been a

on the dining table, a sudden recollection of Persephone struggling to

she used to eat at home, realizing it couldn’t be a hasty

cold sandwich for himself, deciding to make an unprecedented

ready, he knocked on the

tested the doorknob and discovered that Persephone had not locked

but rather at the desk. On closer inspection, she appeared to be sleeping soundly, occasionally smacking her lips

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“Hmm.”

parents and brother. Their voices reached her, but before she could engage in conversation, a distant call interrupted

she was plummeting

echoed as she

her in her drowsiness for what felt