He wakes up groaning, drenched in a cold sweat.

It was that dream again. The one where he strangles his stalkers while pleading with them. His heart felt heavy, as if he were the sinner. A wave of nausea hit him from early morning, becoming unbearable.

Ugh—

He rushes to the bathroom, flips open the toilet lid, and retches. Whenever he has this dream, his day always starts with vomiting. Why... even after it's all over, do they still torment him?