Why are dreams dark and malevolent? Why do dreams make you feel hurt and torment? Weren't dreams supposed to be  sweet and full of cute puppies? Why weren't Mark's filled with those?
With sweat trickling down his forehead while he runs for his dear life, Â Mark was in deep trouble. Hunters we're chasing him, did they finally find him? What is it that blew his cover? Should he have been more careful?
Mark was out of breath but stopping was not an option, they were just right by his tail and taking a break would certainly get him back in their evil hands -- and that was not something he wants .
So he keeps his feet moving, not even sure where they may take him. He looks back and it seems as though these hunters' numbers doubled. Mark's eyes widen, but he was not going down without a fight. He tries to blast out force fields to push them of but it did not work, it only went through them. What sorcery was this? It looked as if they did not budge at all, this has never happened before.
Mark could hear their footsteps growing louder and louder and at the moment he feels he could get out he arrives at a dead end. Taking a turn at that alleyway was a mistake, this was a mistake, everything felt wrong. By the time his back hit the wall, he had no where else to go -- this was the end.
The hunters have gotten him cornered and the last thing he saw was their guns pointed at him, Mark closed his eyes and took cover.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING RRIIIIIIIIIIING!
"Those weren't gunshots," Mark's voice played in his head.
With heavy eyes, Mark opened them and noticed his back in his room. It was just another nightmare, why isn't he surprised?
The ringing continued and he figured out it was his cellphone ringing. He checked his clock and it was way past midnight, who in the right mind calls at this hour?
"I swear Jackson, this better be important." Mark says grogilly as he shuffled around the bed searching for his phone.
The soonest he finds his phone he noticed it was not his weird best friend calling him, 'twas Yoongi. A student he'd sort of met at the library, they weren't that close and only have talked a few times in the library when the latter was awake and coherent -- but what boggles his mind is why was he calling at this hour?
"H-hello? Yoongi H-hyung? What's going on?" His voice was groggy, it always was when he woke up -- a horrid sound even he, himself disliked.