"Ahh,"
A gasp escaped through the room as Ryuk jerked up from his bed, cold white air escaping his lungs. His hand unconsciously moved as he touched his chest, feeling his heart pumping madly.
"That dream..." Ryuk mused with narrowed eyes, his gaze turning to look at the stream of cold air coming from his mouth.
"I've had that dream before. Just when I wanted to leave Grade E with Old Jack. Now it feels so...real. Ryuk mused.
He had sensed how cold that world in the dream was, and now his mouth was puffing out white air. He didn't understand what that was, but somehow, Ryuk felt fear.
A spine-tingling fear, greater than anything he had ever experienced, and while he had simply ignored it the last time as a 'bad dream,' easily forgetting it—right now, he could no longer do that.
It seemed like whoever was chasing after him in that dream was now closer than ever.
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