Nikolai's dream swirled into existence as his eyes opened. He was back inside his cell, the walls still covered with various cracks, and the door broken and bent, though it was shut in place. Nikolai tryed to move his body, but realized he was tied up in a chair, his arms behind his back while his legs were bound together with thick rope. A shadow figure appeared before him, it's face shrouded by a black hood. As the figured pulled back it's shroud, revealing the face of the boy he'd killed, so many years ago. "The horrors you've inflicted will not go unpunished." The creature said, as it's face morphed through a variety of looks. The burnt faces of his comrades, the saint with the bullet hole in it's head, the Red Eye with it's desecrated body, and all the others he had killed.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Nikolai was in his training zone, the Commandant challenging him to a friendly fight. After a short while Nikolai had easily over powered the man, and his instructor looked at him with proud eyes. But something was wrong, Nikolai's arm was moving to his knife's sheath, pulling it free with a motion he could not control. The last thing Nikolai saw before blacking out was the knife being thrusted into the man he cared for the most.<br/><br/>Nikolai awakened with a shudder, sitting up in his seat as he waited for the others to awaken. He was clearly shaken, but he didn't want to cause any trouble for the rest of the group.