Psy stands up, finally... He laid his last foe out... he lifts his head and smiles to the tigress of his dreams.. and he starts forward. Suddenly he feels a sharp pain in his back.. and his chest... He grabs the table beside him as he looks forward. The soft splat he hears.. Its his blood. He looks down and gasps.. Seeing the long tip of a weapon in his chest. He won.. why was this happening.. why now.

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Psy sits up in his bed, panting hard as he grips his sheets, his eyes wide as he touches his chest, he looks down and blinks.. feeling.. then letting out a sigh of relief. It was only a dream. He looks to the ceiling above his bed, his hand rubbing the circular scar on his chest....