Ethan wakes up with a severe headache and finds himself back in the real world again. The walls around him were still the familiar pale yellow, the room smelled of disinfectant, and everything looked as peaceful as if he had never left.
However, Ethan's heart is already turbulent. His memory still clearly remains the dream of everything, the crazy killing, strange puppets, and the prince's chilling cold face... All this is deeply imprinted on his mind, like a haunting nightmare.
"It was just a dream... It was just a dream..." Ethan whispered to himself, his hands gripping the sheet tightly, his knuckles white.
He knew he had to make a choice - either accept it or get lost in that crazy dream. His mind teetered on the edge of madness, and he tried to tell himself that the world out there wasn't real, that it was just his subconscious.