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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.

he speculated

had once been a

a premade beef sandwich on the dining table, a sudden

at home, realizing it couldn’t be a hasty grab from the

kept the cold sandwich for himself, deciding to make an unprecedented morning market visit. There, he acquired a fresh croissant

ready, he knocked on

He tentatively tested the doorknob and discovered that Persephone had not locked the

but rather at the desk. On closer

tapped her shoulder. “Sephy?”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay

“Hmm.”

her, but before she could engage in conversation,

was plummeting at

Her scream echoed as

at the face before her in her drowsiness for what felt like