... huh? Where -? Oh, crap. Not this all over AGAIN. I recognize this. A dream? A nightmare, I guess. This place... I hate it. Why? In a matter of moments - HERE! MURDERED! I die with a knife in my heart. This is my death. I remember the weapon, but not its master. They cannot be seen. It's stupid. Oh, well. ... ... Tug tug The dagger is stuck. It doesn't hurt. (sigh.) I've been dreaming about how I died for a while now. It feels like I should be scared, but I'm not. In fact, I would call it... boring. And they all end the same, change way. Off in the distance... Someone looks at me and says... Rynn Then I wake up.