Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

Could a lot change within a minute? Yes. Five minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Most likely as well.

Hope thought he was a testament to that from when he completed his First Nightmare up to battling life and death to reach Sector Two.

But Hope didn't know how dependent he'd be with time.

Or how much of an enemy it could be.

'1564...1565....1566...'

At first, there was a somewhat of a peaceful balance before Hope had started counting the seconds in his head while he pretended to sleep.

All around, the voices of the people hummed in the air with pauses of laughter, the orb lights twinkled like tiny bottled suns above, and food was a hand reach away.

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But Hope also noticed that any talk with the old man seemed to lead to personal inquiries.

Every time Hope had pretended to wake up to finish or eat more of his meals, the old man was ready to pry on Hope's identity.

Another question about his mother.

Another about his father.