"I don't mean to offend."
Just as the figure started to speak, Sherry suddenly heard a "boom" from nowhere—an unreal booming that existed neither in this dreamscape nor in the memory, it exploded directly in her mind, and amidst this booming, the distant sounds of flames burning and crowds crying out in chaos instantly dissipated.
The entire world suddenly became incredibly silent.
The next second, Sherry noticed her body had changed—she had reverted to her seventeen-year-old self, no longer wearing the familiar nightgown from her memory but now dressed in her usual black skirt. Her arm, which had been devoured by the Abyssal Hound, had somehow restored itself—a pitch-black chain extended from her arm, at the end of which A-dog seemed to be sleeping, quietly lying in the corner of the room, the blood-red glint in its eyes flickering dimly.
Sherry suddenly sat up, startled and tense, looking at the figure sitting on the bed.