It's three in the morning.

And I dreamt of him.

He was just there, standing silently in the darkness.

I tried to talk to him.

He didn't listen.

I approached him.

But there was a wall between us.

His angelic face was covered with scratches and dirt.

He was in pain.

And I did nothing.

I am so confused.

Kai, was this you talking to me?

Are you alive?