It's said that time heals all wounds but not all scars fade, and here in the dead of night, old demons plague the sleeping mind of the boy from Nibelheim.
Tendons strain as he grips the sheets, his face beaded with sweat, head shaking from left to right he mumbles incoherently, pleadingly, interspersed with a fervent "...no..." from gritted teeth
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