Blood

Lu Zhou opened his eyes violently.

He bounced up from his bed, his chest was thumping, and he was breathing heavily.

He suddenly realized that his clothes were soaked in sweat.

Lu Zhou rubbed his forehead and got out of bed. He went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a sip, trying to calm himself down.

What happened was entirely in his mind.

But perhaps it was too realistic, the memory was burned into his mind.

It was almost like…

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at the night scene. He stood there until the bottle of mineral water in his hand didn't feel cold anymore. He turned around and muttered to himself.

"It's like…

"It's like a nightmare."

He went to the bathroom and took a shower.

Lu Zhou put on some new clothes and sat down at his computer desk.