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‘Stop!’


Saitou Yakumo woke up to his own yell .


His body was covered in sweat as he lay on the wooden floor .


– A dream?


After realising that, Yakumo slowly sat up .


He didn’t remember the contents of his dream, but he was left with a smouldering impression in his chest that it had been incredibly unpleasant


That’s how dreams are –


His vision was blurry, as if he ...

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