Protagonist's POV
This happened back when I lived with Master in the mountains.
"Master, I've been having strange dreams lately. Someone hugs me from behind and gropes my body. I'm worried it might be a bad omen."
One day, I started having odd dreams. Someone tied me up, rendering me immobile, and ran their hands all over me. I couldn't escape, and though it was a dream, it felt eerily vivid—enough to give me a bad feeling.
For the first few days, I wrestled with it alone, but it only got worse, growing more intense. After much thought, I decided to consult Master.
"…"
"Master? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"…Guess you've built some tolerance."
"Huh?"
"Oh, just talking to myself. Sit down and tell me exactly what happened in detail."
At her urging, I sat and described the dreams.
"First, I can't open my eyes. Then something—I don't know if it's arms or what—binds my body."
"Hm."
