[He steps on it - single foot crushing the image under his heel.

No hesitation, plastered smile glued in place, the sole of his shoe covering the bloody head of a man. The childish drawing is too simple, but he-

Shifts. Ignores it. Presses all his weight into the bloody neck, bleeding eyes, the image of Shido that's meant for him and him alone.

It might not be Shido. It's definitely Shido. He can't handle the fact that it's Shido.

A calm dream tainted by him, a part of him recognizing that it's his presence causing it.

Isn't that typical.]

We're waking up.

[Sudden and tense.]

My apologies, but I worry if you stay asleep too long, something might happen. You may have collapsed in a dangerous place.

[They're leaving.]

Please find a way to do so.