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"I'm sorry, ma'am, your son… bravely served the Dream Warrior Army, and passed away protecting civilians."
"Oh… No… My David…! No… Ooh…!"
"Papa… is not coming back?"
One of the few memories she could recall was when a soldier, a member of the Dream Warrior Army of Switzerland came to bring the news about her father's death.
Back then, she was only six years of age, her short pink hair looked all messy because she hasn't taken a bath in days.
Her grandmother cried for the whole day after learning the news of her only son dying, the same way his father did, in battle against Nightmares, protecting civilians.
Like every other Dream Warrior died, as they very rarely did they reach the age of retirement.
She didn't have a mother, as she passed away when she was born.
She was alone, without mother, without father…
"Dad…"
As the night came, and she hadn't eaten anything that day, she looked at the night sky.
At the stars, and at the moon.
"You're not dead, right?"
