Learning to Fall [Solo Training]

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(Training for SP)

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Walking into the Squad 13 Barracks, Camila had only one thing on her mind; she knew she needed to improve. This she was certain of, she knew she needed to get to a point where she was significantly stronger. Were she was now wasn't really acceptable, in her own eyes. To be a member of Squad 13, she felt she needed to be a fair amount stronger than she was. So what if she was only just arriving into the squad? So what if it was something that was going to take her longer than she anticipated to improve? She didn't care. She couldn't continue to wait around until a better opportunity arose to actually train. Carpe diem, right?

"So, what's the plan?" Camila asked, Albin beginning to appear next to her, "I'm sure you've got something planned out for me, right?" Albin nodded. "Damn straight," he said, throwing his hands behind his head, "We're going to beat your ass into shape while we're here, and I don't want to hear any complaints. Got it?" Camila simply nodded in response. She had no reason to complain. Hopefully whatever he had planned wasn't too strenuous. While she wanted to improve her prowess, she didn't want to tear herself down in the process. Make it a gradual workup instead of a massive jump in a short amount of time, leaving her in shambles. That was her plan.

While that was her plan, however, that wasn't what Albin had in mind. "Alright," he said, "First hurdle for today..." Albin continued as he began to assume a fighting stance, "...Is sparring. You're gonna need to improve your hand-to-hand skills first. We'll get to swordplay later on. For now, let's fuckin' dance." Camila sighed and smiled. Albin's vulgarity was something she's since gotten used to, but for some reason it was something that motivated her. Hearing him make a seemingly lighthearted comment like that, even in the worst of times when he's giving her absolute hell, still gave her something to smile at. It gave her a reason to continue on. Following in suit, the Shinigami-in-training took a similar stance, though it was far from idea.

"Christ," Albin said, lowering his stance and moving closer to Camila, "Where'd you learn to hold a stance like that?" Camila decided not to respond. "Wherever you did, forget it. I'm gonna teach you how to actually hold yourself. Firstly, turn yourself sideways. Don't stand open like that." Camila looked down at herself. She was standing perpendicular to Albin, effectively making her a rather large target. Following his instruction, she turned herself to remain facing him, but this time she turned herself about 90 degrees, leading with her left. "Better," he said, "but still needs some work. Bend your legs a small bit, you'll hold a sturdier stance that way. At the same time, move your arms up. Keep your hands closer to your face." She followed his orders once again, and moved her arms up to her face. In turn, she also bent her knees slightly, moving her right leg a bit farther back as to stabilize herself. Albin couldn't help but smile.

"Looking much better," he said, "though, improving your stance is one thing. Now, it's a matter of how well you use it on order to beat me, or attempt to anyway." Albin's smile turned into more of a smirk as his voice shifted to match the intended cockiness of his statement. Camila nodded, and hopped a bit towards him. Her breathing began to pick up as she began to worry. She wasn't ready to be hit. Though, this thought was quickly thrown to the side. Albin wasn't actually there, right? People had told her all the time that she was talking to someone that wasn't actually there. Surely this was a sign that he wasn't real? "Alright, I'm ready!" she said with a smile.

As if on cue, Albin quickly closed the distance he had put between the two of them, and came flying at Camila with a quick right hook. Still not wanting to get hit, she ducked underneath the attack. From there, she quickly turned her body, and went to sweep him to the ground with her right foot. The hollow jumped back in time to prevent himself from being so much as touched. As soon as he stabilized his footing again, he shot her another quick smirk, and once again sprinted towards her, entering with a right hook. She was prepared for this, as it was what he had just done. "You're going to have to do better than that," she said, once again ducking underneath of his fist. Though, it was quite clear that Albin expected this, from the knee that was quickly rising towards her. Thankfully, he wasn't actually there. There wasn't any way she was going to actually feel anything. Or so she thought.

BAM!

Within a second, Camila felt a fairly strong amount of force shoot into her stomach as Albin's knee connected with her. She tensed up, and quickly dropped. What had just happened? Wasn't he a part of her imagination? Wasn't he just a hallucination? "Surprised?" he asked, moving his knee back as she fell to the ground, "Well, as of recently, I learned of a way that'll allow me to stay by your side permanently. Doesn't that sound like fun?" To put emphasis on the word fun, the hollow delivered a swift kick to her stomach while she was on the ground. She coughed in response, still extremely confused as to what was going on, and in a growing amount of pain.

"You've got quite the spirit, Cami." Albin began to pace around the shinigami as she tried to force herself to her hands and knees. "That's not a bad trait to have by any means. Instead of using it to make friends with people and remain even more useless than you are right now, use it to FIGHT BACK, DAMMIT!" With these last words, Albin delivered another kick to her stomach. Her progress in standing was quickly shut down, as she, once again, fell to the ground. "Get up already," he said, "We've got a lot more 'training' to do." This was more than enough for her at the moment. How much more of this would she be able to feasibly take?

Thinking about all of this, she started to cry. This was all too familiar to her; the abuse from Albin. This was something she'd been putting up with for years. Words she could take. That was nothing new, and something she'd built up quite a resistance for. But now, assault? Now he'd be able to attack her any time she wanted? This was way more than she was willing to even think about taking. She needed to do something now. She needed to knock him down a peg or two. If it didn't happen now, before he got used to his power over her, it was likely never going to happen, no matter how much effort was put into it.

Instead of taking her time to get up, Camila quickly forced herself off of the ground before Albin could leisurely retaliate like he had been doing. Things were going to be different from their exchanges in the last few moments. She began to think of a plan while forcing herself to resume her stance; while forcing herself to fight through the pain. She knew that the only way Albin was confident he was going to land a hit was when he knew he could throw her off. That much was made obvious with the initial hit. From there, she'd need to make sure she was ready for anything, and get into that mindset quickly. If she didn't chances are there'd be much more serious consequences. She honestly had no idea how far he was going to go with the assault he was putting her through. She didn't think that he would kill her, but there was always that small amount of uncertainty.

Preparing for any possible event was probably the best thing that Camila could've done at the moment. As she was busy thinking, Albin began to once again charge towards her, looking to throw her off guard while noticing she was lost in thought. He was certainly a dirty fighter, that much was certain. Hopefully she didn't have to resort to those kind of tactics in a fight. Changing things up, like Camila had expected, upon getting close to her, Albin jumped into the air and tried to deliver a kick while spinning clockwise, as to hit her with the heel of his right foot. Man, he's certainly got some skill, Camila thought, holding her left arm out to defend her face, all the while bracing for impact.

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt that bad. Now, whether or not that was due to the fact that her stomach was doing nothing but radiating pain at the moment was up in the air, but she didn't worry about that at the time. Instead, she instinctively decided to punish his approach. Turning herself perpendicular with his leg as he made contact, she slammed her fist into his now open thigh as hard as she could. Feeling proud that she managed to do this, she continued to follow through with the punch until her arm had extended, and he was a fair deal away from her. Albin quickly scrambled to find his balance in the air, eventually landing on both legs. Camila shuffled backwards, resuming her stance and smiling. "Tch, don't get too excited for landing one hit," he said, "Losing focus of the fight at hand is the best way to-"

Albin was quickly interrupted by Camila rushing him down, similarly to how he did to her multiple times. Unable to react in time, she was able to pull her arm back, and deliver a fairly strong punch straight to his face. He was quickly sent to the ground, pushing himself backwards, and eventually up off of the ground. "What was that about 'losing sight of the fight at hand'?" Camila said with a playful wink. The attack alone began to anger Albin, and the comment did nothing but add insult to injury, quite literally. "Damn you!" he shouted, sprinting in and lowering any kind of guard he once had.

He was getting reckless. Camila was able to pick up on this rather well. All it would take was a few more well-timed strikes in order to subdue him at this point. As he rushed in, he pulled up his right knee, once again aiming for a blow to her stomach. She quickly stepped to his right, and pulled back her arm in order to deliver another blow to his face. Though, it seemed he was prepared for this. He extended his right leg entirely, and used it to push himself off of the ground and send his shoulder bashing into the Shinigami's jaw. Both of them tumbled to the ground, with Camila falling with her arms to her side, and Albin on top of her. He quickly took advantage of the situation, and sat on top of her torso, using his legs to keep her arms to her side.

From there, the fight they were having turned into that of a nightmare for Camila. Albin began throwing one punch after another into her face, progressively picking up speed and force like that of a mini-gun. All she could really do at the moment was to take his assaulting, and hope to be in a condition to fight afterwards. As he continually delivered his hits, further damaging Camlia's face and his hands, his breathing began to pick up, and he began to quite quickly tire. After about twenty seconds of this hell, he eventually started to slow down significantly. Due to her abnormally high spiritual pressure, even for her current abilities, she was able to get off from his attacks relatively unscathed, while only retaining a few bruises.

As he began to slow down, she quickly forced her arms upwards in an attempt to throw him off. Sure enough, she actually managed to do so with relative efficiency. He was thrown above her with progressively more force as more of her arms were freed as he began to get off of her, eventually slamming into the ground face-first. She slid from where she was and pushed herself upwards as fast as she could, aiming to deliver a kick while he was downed. Sure enough, she was able to follow in suit, and delivered a powerful kick straight into his stomach. Similarly to how she took it, he coughed in pain, and fell to his side. "That's for what just happened!" she shouted, delivering another kick, though this time into his lower jaw, "And this is for the last thirty years of my life!"

As soon as she finished, she noticed something rather important. Albin wasn't rushing to get to his feet. Instead, he lay there, breathing heavily. It was like he was contemplating something but it was hard to tell exactly what that was. After a few moments, he opened his mouth to speak. "That was pretty nice, kid." In response to this, Camila smiled. This was all she could really get herself to do. She felt sorry for him. Someone who always felt so high and mighty towering over her had just lost his position and had been overthrown by her. She was now in charge of their affairs, that much was obvious. Though, while she felt bad for him, she did not feel bad about the events that had just unfolded. Surely there'd be repercussions, and surely Albin would try to come up with a way to get her back. That much was certain. But, in the meantime, she decided not to think about such things.

Camila held her hand out to aid her ally back to his feet. "Grab my hand," she said, "Let's get you back to your feet. I feel that we're done here today, don't'cha think?" Albin nodded, his breathing still sporadic. "Yeah," he said, "I think we are. Still, that was one hell of a go. You're certainly getting better, Cami." Stomped down her foot, and her voice grew higher. "Stop calling me that!" she shouted, pouting like a child that didn't get their way, "I've told you before that I don't like that!" Albin laughed in response. "Oh, I know, I thought you'd realize that I do it to mess with 'ya." With that, he placed his hand on her head, and messed up her hair in a playful and friendly manner.

"So, what now?" Camila asked, looking around. It was still rather bright outside, wasn't it? Surely there was something that they could do instead, right? Now that Albin held a physical form, surely others could see him now, right? Did that mean that she'd no longer get negative looks from those around her? Surely it did, right? "I dunno," he responded with a sigh, "I'm cool with anything you'd like to do though. Even if it's something as simple as getting rest right now, y'know? Anything to heal these damn injuries." "Yeah, I'm with you there. Perhaps start off checking in with a medic?" "Yeah, I could definitely get behind that. I think I may know where we'll be able to do that." "Well that's certainly good to hear!" Camila was put into a relatively good mood at the moment. Quite obviously, the two of them were getting along now! Perhaps that was all that he needed in order to put him in his place? One fairly meaningless spar?

Eventually, the day went on, and Camila's wounds were healed. Apparently, Albin was not able to get his done due to refusal of those offering their services. Albin seemed to have expected this, and as such told Camila not to make too much of it. He didn't bother to explain the reasoning behind it, only that his wounds likely wouldn't be healed by anybody within Seireitei, at least. They'd have to leave in order to get that done, and that wasn't something either of them were planning on doing any time soon. Eventually, the day began to wind down, and the two of them returned home. As Camila prepared to sleep for the day, awaiting what was to come tomorrow, she was interrupted by Albin. He began to speak, a smirk rising on his face. "Oh, Cami, by the way, after what happened today, don't think that I'm going to be all buddy-buddy with you. You've got no idea what kind of hell you've unleashed upon yourself. Anyway, I don't want to keep you from sleeping, so go ahead and do that. We'll resume training tomorrow." After that, Camila quickly realized that she likely wasn't going to be getting much sleep, and instead stayed awake a fair deal of the time pondering on what he had said.

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As expected, Camila did not get much sleep at all. She was up through the majority of the night contemplating what Albin had said. She's got "no idea what kind of hell" she opened? What was that supposed to mean? That Albin was going to continue treating her like shit? Or that he was going to up the ante? There were too many possibilities at the moment, and she wasn't exactly prepared to spend all night pondering this, and did feel she needed sleep. Though, upon trying to fall asleep, she found she was unable to. Perhaps there was too much on her mind at the moment?

Once the next day arrived, Camila quickly realized what Albin had meant. Training again. There was no doubt that he was going to continue to put her through hell. Either way, best to get that out of the way and put up with it while she was able to, as opposed to  waiting it out and feeling miserable until it actually happened. Upon getting ready, Albin approached her with a rather interesting proposition. "Here's what we're going to do today," he said, smirking almost as deviously as he was the night before, "We're going to be making our way into the Human World. You're going to get accustomed to your surroundings there, and we're going to push that tiny pain tolerance of yours to the brink."

This made Camila shudder in horror. Pushing her pain tolerance to the brink? Just what exactly did that entail? And was he serious?? She felt her heart drop in her chest upon hearing those words. Her eyes quickly widened, and a look of pure fear rose to her face. Albin laughed. "Oh, come on," he said, "We both know how much you need this training. Without it, you're pretty much worthless, let's be honest here." Camila looked back to herself. She wasn't worthless, was she? "C'mon, cheer up. Don't worry, I won't go as hard on you as I was planning on initially doing. That help put your fragile little head at ease? Thought so." Albin didn't give her the time to answer, only to intake everything that was going on faster than she actually could.

Camila was effectively dragged into the Human World by Albin, though using her own words to get her there as opposed to his. She didn't trust him enough to let him do something like that, as he'd probably come up with a way to get them both kicked out of Seireitei. That much she felt certain of. Upon arriving, they quickly realized they were in a small town named Karakura. They had both decided that it'd be a much better idea to keep from entering a Gigai of any kind, as neither of them could really speak any kind of Japanese, so it'd be far easier on the two of them if they just avoided that interaction with humans altogether. 

Within a few minutes of arriving, Albin quickly realized an appropriate place for the two of them to "train": He pointed out the top of a smaller building, that of which resembled a school of sorts. Upon further examination, Camila quickly realized that it was a high school. Granted the place seemed relatively empty, so she took the assumption that most people were out. She sighed. "Is this really where you want to train?" She asked, "What if people start showing up? What if we get caught?" "Relax, will ya?" Albin retorted, "The chances that someone's actually going to be able to see us is extremely minimal. We'll be perfectly fine, trust me!"

Trusting Albin was something that Camila felt quite badly about. Quite frankly, he didn't really deserve her trust, especially after yesterday. Considering yesterday she was put through hell, and he seemed not to care about that at all, and considering that yesterday he said that today he was going to put her through even more was concerning to say the least. She really had no reason to trust him, yet there was something inside her that told her it was a good idea to do so. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely there, and noticeably growing. Eventually, she just gave up.

"I'm trusting you, Albin," she said hesitantly, "Break that trust and I promise you you'll never see the future." With this, Albin smirked. "What, me? Betray your trust? Why, I would never think of doing such a thing! What kind of monster do you have me pegged as, Cami?" Camila immediately started to regret her choices. "I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you; STOP. CALLING. ME. THAT." Camila was obviously getting heated, and an angered look rose on her face. With this, Albin decided that the absolute best way to react in the situation was to laugh.

Moments later, the two of them made their way up to the roof of the building. "Alright," Camila said, sighing, "What kind of torment do you have planned for me today, oh great Jackass?" Albin snickered. "Nice one. Anyway, like I said, I figured we'd work on your pain tolerance. What better way to do that than have another fight? Only this time, you're prohibited from dodging or striking back." From the way the Albin finished off that sentence, it was clear that he had a lot of anger and frustration built up from yesterday that he needed to let out, and just so happened to feel that this was the best possible way to go about doing things.

"Wait, what?" Camila asked, confused as to what was going on. Of course she understood the nature of the situation, that much was easy to comprehend. But not being able to fight back? What kind of a one-sided excuse just to beat up on her was this?? Shouldn't she be able to fight back? What was wrong with that? "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," Albin said, assuming a fighting stance. "That's far from the concern here, Albin!" She shouted, as Albin approached rather quickly. "The concern here is as to why I'm just going to sit here and take you abuse!"

Without any apparent care, Albin rushed up to Camila and delivered a punch into her stomach. She proceeded to double over, forcing herself to keep standing through the pain. This was to work her pain tolerance, was it not? She needed to do what she could to keep standing tall. She tilted her head up towards Albin, who had been smirking rather harshly. He pulled his fist back, and proceeded to force it back into her stomach. Camila coughed in response, using his arm as leverage to keep herself standing. "D-Damn it..." she said, gritting her teeth.

"Get up!" He said, pushing her back with his fist, "Avoid dropping after just two fuckin' hits!" As he finished speaking, he charged her once again. She had little time to react before he was upon her again, this time kicking at her legs. She was swept from her standing position and landed flat on the building, smashing her head against the roof with a fair amount of force behind it. Heeding Albin's words, Camila forced herself to get up as hastily as she could. "That's the spirit!" he shouted, taking a step back to let her regain her composure.

Once again, he charged her, it was the same thing over and over and over again. He'd hit her, he'd give her a minute to compose herself, and then he'd hit her again. This went on for a solid seven hours straight. She hadn't been allowed to take a break, and was constantly subjected to his torment. As time went on, though, she felt herself being able to shrug off some of his weaker hits. Was Albin actually working to help her? Surely not, he had to have had an ulterior motive. Though, even if he did, she couldn't find one. At least, not easily. She'd have to do some digging if she wanted to do so, and that was not something she was about to do any time soon, with her mind being set on the training.

"You're doing great so far, Cami!" Albin shouted, as he sent his fist into her jaw, "You're making some great progress!" Camila, upon being sent a few inches up into the air, dropped to her knees, and forced herself back up. Through all of the bruising that was left on her face, she managed to force out a smile. While she didn't particularly enjoy the situation at hand, the fact that she was making progress with Albin was undenyable. She was rather content with being beaten in this situation, though she was not likely to let it happen again any time soon, that much was for sure.

"So, what's next?" Camila said, a few hours later, "I think I'm personally set on this for a while. I feel like improvements have been made!" Albin crossed his arms and smirked. "You sure? I think you could still use some training. Perhaps we should continue for a few more hours and see how you're feeling after that?" "Albin, please. I'm tired, I'm sure you're tired, I think stopping here is probably our best bet for now." "Aww, you sure? There's still so much more that we can do, though! Hell, if we wanted to experiment with limb removal-" "Albin!" Camila shouted, a disgusted look on her face. "Relax, I was only kidding."

Feeling like there was a need to say something, Camila turned to Albin. "Look, I know we may have never seen eye-to-eye in the past, but I feel like now may be a good time to change that. While I don't know entirely of what I'm going to say, I do know what I need to say. And that'd be thank you. I appreciate the help that you've been giving me these past two days, and for that, I thank you." Albin smiled at this. "Don't mention it, Cami," he said, starting to laugh. "Stop calling me Cami!!" She shouted as loud as she could, annoyed that he responded in the way that he did.

Upon finishing up, the two of them decided to make their way around Karakura Town, as to familiarize themselves with the terrain. The town seemed to be radiating with spiritual energy. This would definitely be a good place to check out later on. A good deal of hollows could potentially show up here, and being prepared for that was step one. If the two of them knew the ins and outs of the town, they'd likely be able to find the shortest paths to invading threats all around the town. With that, came a much easier time purifying those that tried to attack innocent civilians within the town.

After about an hour's worth of exploring Karakura, the two decided that it would be best if they made their way back home to Seireitei. Closing in for the night was by the one thing both of them wanted more than anything. They were both tired, they were both ready to sleep. Upon arrival back to the Seireitei, they started to get done what they needed to for the day. This mostly consisted of various forms of cleaning and such, making sure that everything was in top shape for the next day. For all they knew, they'd be hanging around there to train this time, as opposed to heading back to the Barracks or Human World.

"So," Camila asked, making her way towards Albin, "What's the plan for tomorrow? You're not going to beat me like that again tomorrow, are you?" Albin smirked. "Only if you want me to, Cami." With that, he winked towards her, causing a grimace from the disturbed Shinigami. "Gross! Albin, that's not funny!" Even though she said that, Camila was laughing the entire time. She knew what he meant. Anybody could fairly easily pick up on what he meant, as long as they had lost some semblance of innocence. Albin continued to laugh alongside her. It was moments like these that made Camila question whether or not Albin was really a bad guy.

Sadly, those moments did not last very long at all. As soon as that situation died down, Albin was back to verbally assaulting Camila. Nothing really changes, does it? One moment, you think you can trust someone, and the next, they're tearing that trust down through various means. This is exactly Albin's way of doing things, and not much of it ever changed, nor will it really ever change for that matter. Albin has been known for being much more of a prick, and that's likely who he's going to remain until the day that things ultimately go south for him and Camila.

Eventually the two of them decided to pack it in for the day, and Camila went up to Albin one last time before retiring. There was one more thing she needed to ask, and this was a habit she was going to get into for the next few days. "So," she said, "What's the plan for tomorrow? Y'know, as far as training goes? And actually answer me this time. We're still training tomorrow, right?" Albin laughed. "Tomorrow's reflexes. We'll see what you're capable of doing as far as timing goes. From there, we'll see where you need improvement and work on that. I don't care whether or not that sounds good, as it's what's happening. Now, get some sleep. Trust me, you're going to need it." 

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Upon drifting off to sleep, Camila was greeted to a rather odd dream. She felt herself wake up on what appeared to be a ballroom floor. The room looked absolutely stunning. Various lights and wonderful decorations were hanging all over the place! Though, she seemed to be the only person in the room at the time. Looking around, not too much stood out, surprisingly. Everything surprisingly normal. Well, as normal as it could be, anyway. She had no idea where she was. She had a strange feeling that she had been here before, but no recollection of it. And here she stood, completely alone with nothing but the walls, the lights, and the dress she seemed to be wearing. Wait, what?

Looking down upon herself, Camila saw one of the most beautiful dresses she's ever seen. It was pure black in color, fairly unsurprising if one knew her in person. The dress was strapless, aside from her right shoulder being completely covered in flowers. The dress seemed to wrap itself around her chest and waist in a particularly form-fitting matter, with various folds trailing down her waist, and spreading out into a series of ruffles. These ruffles traveled all the way to the floor, though trailing behind her as to keep everything above the knee out of site. On her left hip, a large, black rose stood prominent and visible. 

The Shinigami could not do anything but stare in awe at the dress she ended up in. She smiled. Remembering this design was an absolute must. She loved it quite a lot, this was something she would love to wear to a party or ball. After a few minutes, she stood herself up, noticing something behind her. It appeared to be that of a full-faced masquerade mask, though it seemed... odd. The upper part of the mask seemed rather normal, taking on a much more glossy, almost plastic appearance. with various small patterns of reddened gold on it. Though, the lower mask it what struck her as odd, considering it was nothing at all like the upper section.

The lower mask took on a much more demonic appearance, having a rather large, toothy maw outstretched from the base of the mask. It felt different to the touch, as well. Instead of feeling like the similar glossy plastic, this part felt much more rugged, and much less smooth. A shiver went through Camila's spine upon making contact with this part. Something about it felt evil in nature. Like she wasn't supposed to be touching it. She instinctively reached her hand back as fast as she could, and instead grabbed it by the top part of the mask to pick it up, even though it felt awkward.

A dark energy began to radiate from the mask. She couldn't quite tell what it was, having never experienced it before, but was definitely able to tell that it was dark in nature. She debated putting the mask on. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps she's seen it somewhere before? It was hard to tell. Though, something seemed to be telling her to put the mask on. She began to get a bit freaked out, and promptly continued to examine the mask as it was. Something was certainly off. Even then, that seemed to be what drew her to the mask, as she hastily pressed it against her face.

Almost immediately, she began to feel an intense pain encircling her. She did what she could to pry the mask off, but it wasn't coming off. It seemed to be stuck on her face. Camila dropped to her knees, screaming in pain. She continued to pull and tug at the mask, but to no avail. It wasn't coming off at all. She began to cry, regretting her decision. As she continued to pull and pull, she saw from the corner of her eye a man approaching. She called out to him, asking for any help she could get, but he simply ignored her, and continued to approach, with her vision quickly going black.

Waking up screaming, Camila quickly began realizing that she was sweating, and was breathing extemely heavily. She began to do what she could to calm herself down, to no real avail. She began to cry, feeling like what she had just experienced was all too real. She remembered every minute of it... The pain, the stress, everything. She didn't want to remember it. She didn't want to remember everything she just suffered in that, that hell. She purposefully began to calm her breathing down, and quickly realized something rather odd; who was that man?

This is something she began to ponder. Who was that man in her dream? She never really got a good look at them, but at the same time, she felt like she already knew who it was. Surely it wasn't Albin, right? No, it couldn't have been. He would've never been that well dressed, unlike the man in her dream. Perhaps it was Ludwig, her Captain? No, that couldn't have been it either. The man wasn't like him; Ludwig would have likely helped out as opposed to watching her suffer the way she did. So that rules him out. But, who the hell could it have been?

This internal conflict could have easily gone on for a fairly long amount of time, until Camila quickly realized one thing; Albin easily has the ability to mess with her dreams. Albin was easily the cause of this! What other explanation was there? Outraged, she began to shout. "Albin! Where the heck are you?!" She was immediately tapped on the shoulder from behind her, and quickly turned around. She turned, and saw his smirking devilishly. "What's wrong my dear? You sound as though you've seen a ghost?" She was outraged by this. Almost immediately, she swung a fist into Albin's face with all of the force she could muster behind her, and fell to the ground.

She was taken back by what just happened. Did she just fall through Albin? How did that happen?? Wasn't he a physical being at that point? All Albin did at this point was laugh. "Confused?" He asked, obviously amused by the current situation. Camila stared at him, confused and seemingly frightened. She didn't know what was going on. She was confused, for sure. What was there to do when you felt like everything in the past few days was a lie? "That's good to see, that's really good to see. How about we take that to the next level, hm? Like I've said in the past, sweetheart, this kind of torment is never. Going. To. End."

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