[Dream Event]
[Otoha's already asleep, in a hospital bed. The bots wouldn't let him leave with his arm injured like it is - he's lost too much blood already.]
[The place seems nice enough from the outside. There's a lot of cars and men in black suits, but they won't bother you as long as you don't try to shoot them. There's a man in a white suit, watching what's going on through the doorway with amusement.]
[When you follow his gaze, you can see a sword rip through the doors, revealing a man in a bloody white suit, carving through the people in the bar with ease. It looks like a nice place, but the couches are stained with blood, and there's bodies lying all over the floor. One of the men inside shoots at the man in the white suit, but all it does is stain the suit red and make him grin at the shooter. He cuts the man down easily, and looks around for more.]
[Suddenly, he flickers into a suit of armor, and back again, as he cuts through seemingly more and more people. Otoha's voice floats through the air.]
'The entire time I was alive… I never really lived, in the true sense of the word.'
[Then, another voice, rougher and angry.]
'Yosuke! You monster… you've never felt pain or fear from the moment you were born. But there's a place in this city for everyone. Even the worst piece of scum has a function to serve.'
[A man appears outside, watching the action inside. Otoha appears in front of him, in his trenchcoat, while the restaurant and the man inside fade away.]
'But you were different. Damn you!'
[Otoha doesn't even give him a chance to finish his speech. Not this time. He stabs him through the throat, ripping through bone and tissue, letting him fall to the ground without a head. Otoha falls to his knees, panting.]
… He's right. I'm a monster. I'll always be a monster. But not on his terms. Not anymore…
[[ooc; For reference on the setting, see this video at about 4:21 in. This dream is open to all! Feel free to come across Otoha in the darkness. He's not going anywhere.]]