› ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ : ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ.

He knew far too much for his own good, far too much for the average person. "It's a blessing," his grandparents would tell him from time and time again, but it was more of a reassurance than anything, knowing what horrors their grandson would be presented, but he had to be reminded that all of this had a purpose.

But what purpose? Is its purpose to leave him in fear of the next day, wondering if he would see the untimely demise of those he loves dearly in a dream he has no control over? To let him have a chance to change what has yet to come? Or is it meant to be a burden he carries alone?

Wordlessly, he rubbed at his eyes, blinking until the room came into better focus. The obnoxious white lights had him squinting for a moment, finally remembering where he was. The practice room, right...

He must be really tired if he didn't realize that he was still in the KQ building. It was so late already too. His fatigued body didn't want to move though, ready for a long deserved rest even if it wasn't the comfiest. Maybe if he... if he closed his eyes... for just... a bit...

No... no! I refuse to let you take them! I swear it on my life.