Aira was already in her apartment, just about to lie down in bed. She heard the doorbell ring, so she got up to see who it was.
However, no one was outside. Aira then closed the door again. Suddenly, right in front of her stood a man wearing a hat and dressed entirely in black.
The shadow of his hat partially covered his face. Aira couldn't see the man's face clearly.
“Wh-who are you?!” Aira asked, stammering.
The man simply gave her a faint smile—making Aira freeze, unable to say a word.
The man slowly approached Aira with a terrifying gaze.
Aira jolted awake from her sleep. It was only a dream.
She had almost seen the man's face up close. But she had already awakened from the dream world, drenched in sweat.
She didn’t know if the dream was part of her lost memory, or merely a mea
