Boone wakes with a start. He is panting, although breathing is useless to one such as him. He quickly looks about his room to see if anyone or anything is there. Seeing nothing, he slowly rises and takes a shower, thinking as he does so. After he dresses, he ambles along, lost in thought, making his way to the sitting room. He takes a seat and sits there, lost in thought.
"I don't know if this is relevant, but I had a "night"mare yesterday. There was a white, empty room and an indescernible silhouette, of shadowy form. It had an aura, but I can't recall it's color. The terrifying part is that there was blood all over..."
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