Waking up from a nightmare, I sat up abruptly from the bed, feeling intense pain throughout my limbs and internal organs, cold sweat beading on my forehead.

Everything felt so real, as if I had experienced it firsthand.

I clutched my chest, my eyes flashing with a glint of hatred in the darkness.

I didn't want to go through what happened in the dream. At that moment, I decided that instead of fleeing, it was better to destroy them first, cutting off any future troubles.

But before that, I needed to confirm whether I had actually experienced all of this before.

Tomorrow is my grandmother's sixtieth birthday. In the dream, something very memorable happened on that day.