The night got deeper. A few stars scattered light through the window. Pose Lee, twenty-two years old, lay in bed and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he was standing in a village square. The air felt heavy, like something bad was hanging over everything.
In the middle of the square, a bunch of soldiers in black uniforms stood with their guns. Their eyes looked mean, like they were ready to hurt someone.
Then, the crowd started stirring. A young guy stepped out. He wasn't that old, but he had this stubborn look about him. His eyes were hard, like they were on fire.
Pose Lee had never seen him before, but for some reason, he felt like he knew him.
The soldiers raised their guns at the young man and fired.
But the kid was fast. He blurred past them, taking them down with quick punches and kicks. A bunch of soldiers hit the ground.
Then he turned to the ones still standing.
"Come on. Come at me. Feed my rage if you dare." His voice was low, but it was full of power and anger.
Pose Lee woke up with a jolt.
That dream felt like a warning. Something about that young man, and about himself. Like two paths that were bound to cross.
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