Killian Nox was admittedly hyperventilating, but the moment he realized he was standing inside his own cabin once again, he almost sagged in relief against the nightstand despite his aching back.
Good.
So it really had just been a dream.
That utterly deranged, panic-inducing dream was finally over.
Or so he thought.
Just as he was trying to calm his breathing, his vision clouded over once again without warning.
"What the—"
The familiar room disappeared as though swallowed by fog before another scene slowly emerged, leaving the young official staring at something he recognized all too well.
A neck.
"Son of a—!"
Safe to say, he had very nearly suffered a heart attack.
But enough with focusing on that small bit when there was an even more pressing situation demanding an appropriate response, one that he was, unfortunately, still in the process of coming up with.
"..."
Nothing.
He had absolutely nothing.
