Azrael opened his eyes. He stood in the middle of a wonderful garden. Sakura branches covered the sky, rose petals slowly fell to the ground. Azrael tried to catch one of the petals, but failed. He could feel his body, he could move his limbs, but he could not interact with the world that surrounded him.

“Oh no.. Not this… Not again…”

Nightmares. They tortured Azrael whenever he closed his eyes.

A handsome man of about forty entered the garden. He was dressed in a long gray kimono with large shoulder pads and a conical hat, with two swords at his belt - a katana and a wakizashi. Long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and there was a kind smile on his face, blue eyes shone with warmth and care.

- Dad, dad!

Following the man into the garden, a boy of about seven, wearing a clean white kimono and a short sword in his belt, ran into the garden.

All this seemed terribly familiar to Azrael. And this place, and these people.. As if he was already here.

“Did you want to ask somethin