Third person POV
An hour after lunchtime, in Reina's room, Reina was taking a nap after the entire morning of bloodbath with Tashio and the heavy meal. Gen was on another bed nearby, taking a nap as well. Their shared dream took place in a cemetery in the middle of a Japan-limited zombie apocalypse, and in front of them was the distorted version of Reina with a pistol on hand. He had a self-inflicted gunshot to his head from his guilt against Gen. Behind him was the gravestone of Reina's parents, complete with wax candles and incense sticks.
Gen and the real Reina were horrified to see that.
"W-What happened to you?!" the real Reina gasped.
"Is that…?" Gen's face became pale.
"You two…" the distorted version of Reina replied with hostility in his voice and eyes, "…must kill the monster within me…I am still in despair after what I had done to Gen-san."
"He's not doing alright…" the real Reina responded.
"We must do our peace treatments a bit more seriously…" Gen added.
"A word of advice…" the fake Reina replied, "…make the treatments a bit more detailed, from the sight of you torturing me to the external situations."
Gen and the real Reina then got it, and the bell of a nearby temple rang. The dream ended; it was a warning from Reina's distorted self of himself, who had remaining hope and morals. After waking up from that early at 2:10 p.m., Reina and Gen decided to do the next phase of treatment by 7 p.m., after dinnertime at 6 p.m. For now, they will conduct research on the cure. 3 p.m. became Reina's time for prayer with his rosary, though he rejected the intercession of Mary and the saints and the power of the relics of the saints, aligning his faith more to Anglicanism and Lutheranism. Reina was also working on the details of his next peace treatments with Gen for tonight. He added that Gen should be wearing a gas mask upon wielding, this time, a Uzi submachine gun and a syringe containing his modified zombie virus.
He will add more details soon…
