In the depths of her slumber, Maria found herself trapped in a harrowing nightmare. The scene unfolded in a dimly lit room, filled with an eerie silence. She saw Yoru hanging lifelessly from the window sill, his delicate frame swaying gently in the cold night breeze. Her heart sank as she reached out to him, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't move. The weight of helplessness and despair pressed heavily upon her, intensifying her anguish. The scene was hauntingly vivid, the darkness suffocating, and she felt a deep, hollow ache in her chest.

Maria jolted awake, her heart pounding and her breath coming into rapid gasps. She bolted out of bed and rushed to Yoru's room, her mind racing with fear. Bursting through the door, she saw him lying there, peacefully asleep. Trembling, she approached his bed and placed her hand on his chest, feeling the comforting rise and fall of his breathing. A wave of relief washed over her, and she whispered a silent prayer of gratitude. Kneeling beside him, she watched him sleep, listening to the gentle rhythm of his breaths and vowing to protect him with all her might.