
After a painful breakup, Shiori found herself adrift in loneliness and emptiness. Each night, as darkness fell and her heart grew most fragile, she dreamed of a mysterious man who held her in a gentle yet passionate embrace. The wordless dream stirred something deep within her, a heart she thought had turned to stone began to beat with warmth again, each pulse echoing with the breath of a stranger from the realm of sleep.
Shiori was torn between confusion and desire. She knew it was only a dream, yet the emotions felt too vivid, too real. Every morning, she awoke with the lingering sensation of warmth on her skin and a burning gaze etched into her memory. Day by day, she became more enchanting, seductive, alluring, as if her soul was slowly awakening under the touch of an unseen love.
But the dream slowly twisted into a nightmare. The man began to change, his once tender face becoming cold and frightening. Then, one misty moonlit night, he appeared, not in her dreams, but in the real world. In that heart-stopping moment, Shiori realized: was what she longed for truly love, or a doorway into something far darker? Could she escape this nightmare that wore the mask of desire?