I’m having that dream again. It’s a simple dream. Yet, it has demented me so. Every time I’ve had it, I’ve been thrown completely off track from saving myself. The last thing I need is to return to this wasteland, but I’ve somehow returned. Just what was is it that brought me here this time? It’s a world void of life, only the presence of tarnished buildings and what seems to be the sun descending onto a thunderstorm-infested earth.

Before me is a person in some sort of old-fashioned deep-water diving suit, helmet and all. It never fails to creep me out. However, I ignore it in favor of what in my hands- a large, golden ball that gives me the same impression as the falling sun. It’s beyond hot, and incredibly heavy. It feels as though it holds a brilliant fire within it, one that both excites and daunts me. This fire must be what makes it so heavy. Therefore, since I can’t bear to hold it any longer, I extend my arms, and launch it in the direction of the suit.

He slowly raises his covered arms and catches the boisterous ball with thick gloves that emit a low boom. As he holds the ball, not moving a muscle, its glow begins to dim. I can’t see his face through the dark tinted helmet’s glass, but I get the feeling he isn’t paying any mind to the ball. As if in a daze, he slowly pushes his arms out. Like it’s inevitable, the ball floats back toward me.

Before it can reach me, I run. As fast as I can move my stiff joints, I run. It’s what I’ve been doing all along.

A gloomy fall day awaits me after I escape the decayed world. I’ve always had a penchant for days like these. I make it to work on time without trying, pass through familiar revolving doors, and enter the lab without greeting anyone.

A bearded man comes to me, making small talk. I’m not in the mood, so I brush him off. With a defeated smile he places a report on my desk, and retreats to the cubicle of a bespectacled woman who seems to be harboring some nerves about something.

It seems they’ve altered the machine again without consulting me. They don’t seem to understand my role. I specialize in social research rather than engineering and programming, but I have a vital role in maintaining relationships with the subjects. As such, even the slightest tweaks in the settings could have a huge impact on the operation. After all, I’m the one putting my neck on the line, here.

Wait, the operation… what was it, again? The subjects? I must be tired from overwork. I better rest a bit.

Another dream finds me as I escape reality. I’m in the middle of working in the living room of my family’s house, but I don’t find anything strange with that. Perhaps I’ve spearheaded a medicinal experiment relevant to my work. I’m helping someone find something in the medical wing, and need to go to the supply room to get it.

As I make for the corner to go down the hall, I see a large crowd lining up to get in the back door to the left. I assume this is something to do with work, however, a commotion catches my attention. Low groaning sounds accompany come from within the crowd where a man is laying down on the ground. For a moment I think it’s a drunk in line, and this thought is buffeted when I see several black-clad people who look to be security or police surrounding him.

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However, as I continue walking, a gap opens to reveal what looks like IV tubes- at least four sticking into the man’s arms while the ‘guards’ hold him down. I can’t see where the tubes are coming from through the boisterous crowd. I realize I must address the situation, forgetting what I was doing before. When I get close, though, I’m immediately stopped in my tracks by what feels like a supernatural force. It’s like I’m in a car that’s reached the top of a steep hill and left with no gas or breaks.

A man is gripping my chest’s pressure points with near superhuman strength. It feels like my entire upper body is being constricted, my spine shocked as I begin to lose feeling and motor skill. I’m being pushed forcibly backwards. I don’t know if my legs are moving or if I’m being inexorably glided. Within seconds I’m pulled to the ground, and an old man with a beard and white coat is injecting something warm into both of my arms. I see the kitchen at the other end of the hallway as I begin to lose consciousness.

As everything slowly fades away, I remember that I should try to alert my parents. The idea of the workplace setting has disappeared from my mind. As I begin screaming for help, I realize that I’m only screaming in my head. My sounds are muffled, my mouth and body completely numb at this point.

I’m falling to a place where everything is dark. Before the feeling of finality can finish washing over me, I decide I can’t give up, and reject this scenario. One last try, I decide, forcing every last bit of my mind explode with energy-

With a shutter's click, I awaken, gasping for air and rousing my numbed limbs. Nonetheless, I’m awake- truly awake. Rather, I’m still technically in a dream-state. However, I finally have a grasp on my consciousness.

I’ve returned to the train with white walls and florescent lights. I leap up from the futon laying bare on the floor, and step out into the long hallway. My black dress shoes click along the old-fashioned glazed brick floor as I run, compelled forward by a force within my chest. As I grasp at the fine fabric over my chest, I reach a small mirror on the wall. My black suit and slicked back hair, slightly disheveled, remind me of everything.

This place is the current base of operation. A dreamscape brought forth by Aku’s power. We were brought here by the machine he helped my company develop. It’s the third and final round. As expected, Aku is going to throw everything into this one. From the beginning, the reset was almost impossible for me to recover from. Showing me those dreams already… he really is a devil. However, I’m supposed to be his proxy. I can’t falter so easily, both for my sake, and theirs.

I reach the section of the hallway lined with abstract murals, and find the door toward the end. Swinging the door open with urgency, I step through the doorway, breathing ragged breaths.

Here, in this decidedly more colorful room, the two beauties sit, arms folded in indignation. The scarlet sofas match their demeanors, even the normally shy Mirei.

Not wishing to waste a moment with Mary’s murderous gaze on me, I take one last long breath before stepping into the room with an air of confidence. “I’m sure there’s a lot you two want to hear.”

“Explain.” The perpetually cross face of Mary’s tears into me as she rests her bare feet dangerously close to the fireplace. I hesitate for a moment, before wiping my sweaty brow.

“You two might not want to believe me anymore, but this is how things are.” I take one more breath, folding my arms. “This is the third and final round. You conquered the first two rounds to prepare you for this final one. Now that you have a better grasp on your circumstances, you stand a chance against me.”

“Against… you?!” Mary exclaims, unable to hold her emotions back.

“Yes,” I answer with a nod. “The destination of our final train ride will be the place my dreams reside in. We’ll be fighting in my world, this time.”

“Your world…” Mirei mutters anxiously.

“And I’m sorry I have to break it to you, but this third and final round-”

The girls glare at me, reluctantly hanging on my words.

“-will be my absolute victory.”