"Ha ha ha ha ha" an aged voice laughed. The same aged voice I heard before that had the hint of warmth.

"Huh?" I open my eyes and this time, I could see the old man. His ash white hair from his head covered his face and I could barely see his eyes. His mustache and beard were long as well. The scenery around me was also pretty clear now as well. The wooden house, the serene wooden room and the beautiful wooden door that opened up already welcoming the night sky. My head started to hurt as i began to remember more and more. But how was it that I know this place?

"Boy. You look like shit. Ah ha ha ha!" the old man roared. He smacks the floor multiple times before stopping to say to me, "You have a lot of courage boy. I am thankful that you've *Bzzt* the *Bzzt*Bzzzt*"

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"Eh? What are you saying old man?" I squint my eyes to get a clearer look at his face. Underneath all that hair, was a serene face of content.

The old man turns around to reach for something. It was a stick in hand. In truth, it was a wooden cane.

"G'night Jin." He said with a smile. He raised the hand that held the stick high.

"Eh? What do you mean by that? Who are y-" I was trying to ask who he was. But i felt a great force pressuring my body to shut up.

*Whap*Bang!*

The stick came down as fast as  a meteor and knocks me out cold. The darkness enshrouds me once more ending the dream.