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I couldn't breathe. My lungs couldn't take any air no matter how hard I inhaled. Something sharp and thick seemed to be stuck in my throat, and even exhaling became difficult. I could feel my veins popping out from my skin as my blood looked for oxygen to survive.
At that moment, I thought I was going to die in my dream. Everything became blurry and dark at the same time. The pile of corpses under me suddenly disappeared, and I just felt myself floating on nothing. The devil in front of me disappeared too, yet I could still feel his darkness and power around me.
I was left alone, stuck in a dream where I didn't know what it meant. The dead people in my hands, the deal with the devil, the way the devil called my name, and the voice that came from me. It felt all familiar, as if
