Urban: There's a Ruined Castle in My Dreams

Three years ago, I began having the same dream over and over.

In it, there were terrifying hollow-shell monsters and humans who could wield supernatural powers. To survive, I learned how to fight to the death.

When I looked into the distance, I saw a dilapidated castle in the hazy gray fog. My instincts told me I should go inside and take a look, so I worked tirelessly toward that goal.

When I woke up, I suddenly realized that everything in the dream was real.

Hollow shells, rune keys, collapsing energy: one unimaginable existence after another suddenly barged into my life.

And when I tried to escape, I finally realized I was already trapped in a whirlpool.