Nimol was shifting uneasily in his sleep. He was remembering something from his past. He was running down a corridor, being pestered by a group of Sligs, they had bags of powder in their hands, an eager smile on their faces. The dealer walked up to him and whispered in his ear; "I'm giving you some out of my own personal stash", Nimol didn't want anything that they had and tried to run faster, but didn't manage to get away. He muttered out loud, "No, I don't want any Splatterbrain, go away". After a few minutes, his erratic movements stopped and he went back into a deep sleep.
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