Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I had a nightmare again.

It was still Scar Man's hideous face haunting me. I was curled up in a corner, calling out Claude's name over and over again.

"Save me, Claude."

But the dream was a never-ending darkness. No matter how loud I shouted, there was no response.

My tears wouldn't stop flowing, and even when they dried up, Claude never came.

"Claude, why didn't you come?"

Crying myself awake, I realized my eyes were wet, and my pillow was soaked through with tears.

Those dreams, even though they're relics from a past life, still bring me sorrow just by surfacing in my sleep.

Back then, Claude never came to save me, leaving a lasting pain in my heart that I couldn't get rid of.

"Awake?" A deep, cold voice snapped me back to reality, reminding me that I had fainted right as the elevator doors opened.

Am I in Max's apartment? Lying on his couch?

His place has a vibe completely different from mine. While mine is all standard-issue decor, his is custom-designed, dominated by dark colors, simple yet comfortable.

And it's spotless. Every single item is neatly arranged, often at perfect angles-just like Max, meticulous and immaculate.

now stained with the imprint of my

to clean the tears and

mumbled, looking up in the direction of the voice. Max, dressed casually, held out a glass

mess I made

felt the warmth from Max, realizing he might be warmer

he asked after I

I nodded hastily.

the front door, saying, "Time for

was

the glass back on his table, thanked him, and prepared to leave his

I heard a familiar voice: "Max,

It was Ronald.

another room, a towel draped over his head, his hair dripping

covered

"Sorry, to

leaving

exit.

They were living together!

the door, I heard Ronald say,

detective living

a thunderclap sounded,