Haruki gave him a nod and a yawn, dropping down straight in the doorway. He folded his legs in front of him and fell asleep as he was, leaning onto the frame of the door. Considering how horribly hungover he was, it wasn't that much of a surprise - he must have drank over two barrels of sake last night, after all. The fact that he stood before was a miracle.<br/><br/>His dreams were no release from reality's bleak truth, though. He found himself standing in the middle of a storm, in a dark wasteland with nothing but sand and sharp rocks. The strong winds circled around him wildly, as if they wanted to push him onto the ground, but he remained standing. It was a strange place to be in...<br/><br/>Then, two sparks of red appeared before him atop a figure, forming in the darkness. The Black Samurai... The same horrific, devilish grin appeared underneath the crimson-burning orbs. "I will come for you. I promise you I will hunt you down and crush you, and there is nothing you can do." the figure spoke. Haruki reached for his sword, but as he unsheathed it, it fell to ash, leaving nothing but the handle in his hands. That then turned to a chain, growing longer and twisting around him, binding him so strong he lost his breath. It was strangling him...<br/><br/>And he woke up. With obvious confusion, he looked around himself. What the heck?