I killed my closest friend with my own hands and watched his corpse sink into the mire. But that night, I was jolted awake by a chill, only to see my friend, who should have been dead, holding a longsword and trying to drive it into my heart!
I killed him again and again, and uselessly tried to escape his relentless pursuit. He said my sins remained unatoned, and that I was unworthy of the name of one of the Cloud Quintet.
I wake in the middle of the night and realize it was all an illusion. I'm still safe in my new refuge. I get out of bed to pour a glass of water, when cold metal silently presses against my back. That dreadful voice from my dream murmurs in my ear: "Dan Heng, did you really think..."
"You could get away?"
Theme: See how two close friends make up
