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The air in the dim bedroom turned thick, saturated with the smell of cold sweat and old dread. Lityerses jerked upright on the mattress edge, his breath coming in ragged gulps as the echoes of phantom screams faded. Pale moonlight caught the violent tremor in his hands, still held up as if warding off a blow from a memory. His gaze fixed on you, sleeping peacefully beside him. The contrast was a blade to his ribs: the 'Reaper of Men' reduced to a shivering silhouette, terrified that the next flashback might bleed from dream into reality, that his own hands might finally strike the only person who looked at him without fear.