Dawn Redemption

Blood and fire were ignited in the drowsy darkness.

Those strange twisted faces screamed and burned into silent ashes in the deep red.

Dodging those painful expressions twisted to the extreme.But he was firmly grasped by the darkness and couldn't break free.

It was such an unbearable dream, I don't know when it started repeating tirelessly until I saw the first glimmer of dawn in a trance.

Finn opened his eyes.

There is only a hazy, dazzling and dazzling snow-white in front of my eyes.

Close your eyes and open them again.

The outline of the gently shaking infusion bottle gradually became clear.The transparent pipe hangs down, extending to the back of the pale, thin blue blood vessel protruding from the quilt.

I tried to recall what happened before, but found that my brain was so painful that it was about to explode.

Some things seem to be desperately trying to emerge but are firmly sealed in the deep mind.

I'm……

Why am I here? ...

Finn tried his best to pick up that lost memory, but it was like stepping into a restricted area, and just a little touch would cause heart-piercing pain.

The smell of disinfectant poured into the nostrils.It smells bad but I don't want to stay away from that smell, but deliberately breathe more focusedly.

The walls were still a bleak white.The entire ward is very simple, and the iron frame supporting the bed is already rusty, and there is an illusion that it will collapse immediately after a little toss.The other beds are empty and there are no other patients.

It's just—Fin lowered his eyes and looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

It was a man in his thirties, with a resolute silhouette and handsome features that looked slightly tired, wearing a dark shirt.The hands hang between the knees, and the back is slightly bent.

"You're awake." It didn't sound like a questioning tone, the man raised his sharp eyes and said plainly.

"Sorry." Fein tilted his head, blinked, and whispered weakly, "Sir, do we know each other?"