VIX: Mr. President, Someone Is Having A Strange Dream!

Ulysses stares at Dylan's back as his figure goes smaller the farther he gets. He didn't go inside his room until his vision lost him.

The night is chilly and if he stays a little longer, he's afraid he'll catch a cold.

He'd be lying if he says this apartment he's renting doesn't make him feel lonely.

In fact, every time he goes back here, he's reminded that he's alone in this journey in achieving his dreams; to be a teacher someday. Even if sometimes he feels like his "unseen friend" makes him feel his presence by dropping things on the floor, or banging/opening his door, and even hiding things, it still feels different to be with another human being.

He enters his small room and turns on the only lightbulb.

There's nothing much inside. Just a wooden table good for two with a rice cooker on top of it, a study table, and a bed.

Although the lightings inside his room is a little dim, his vision is strangely darker than usual. It got worse until he feels dizzy.

Ul