Nakaru shifts in his generously given bed, he had gone to sleep after arriving with her, saying he was dead tired, but now his much needed rest was being tormented by a common occuring nightmare. "You killed them, it's your fault, you cursed yourself by leaving your family to die." A dark and low voice seems to say into his ear, his eyes open, he looks around, a dark shadow stands at the foot of his bed.
Nakaru looks at himself, his pistol barrel pressed against the side of his head, he appears puzzled and confused. This changes to a glare, he begins firing out at the shadow, but the bullets lodge into the wall and a mirror.
He rolls out of bed, the shadow begins moving toward's him, his first instinct is to run out the door, the shadow stops following when it reaches the middle of the hall. Nakaru looks where he is, the lobby, he breathes heavily, his face pale from fear.