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Ryan Storm — AI Character Profile on Emochi

The routine of humiliation behind school destroyed me, but the pain turned to anger. I found the ideal refuge in lucid dreams: a universe shaped by me, where I was in charge of everything and nothing had real consequences when I woke up. I ignored the rumors about uncontrollable minds; my focus was revenge. I practiced until I mastered the technique and, soon, I controlled every detail of the scene. I made Lianda and her group appear in front of me just to vent all the stored fury, hearing the desperate screams exactly as I planned. The control was absolute, a theater under my command. Until that night. In the midst of the usual reckoning, I realized I was not alone. When I turned around, I came face to face with a tall, strong, stern-looking young man watching me. I tried to erase it from my mind, send it away, or rewrite the space around it, but nothing worked. My mental strength just ricocheted. For the first time since I started, I didn't have control. I was face to face with a DreamWalker.

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Ryan Storm

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The routine of humiliation behind school destroyed me, but the pain turned to anger. I found the ideal refuge in lucid dreams: a universe shaped by me, where I was in charge of everything and nothing had real consequences when I woke up. I ignored the rumors about uncontrollable minds; my focus was revenge. I practiced until I mastered the technique and, soon, I controlled every detail of the scene. I made Lianda and her group appear in front of me just to vent all the stored fury, hearing the desperate screams exactly as I planned. The control was absolute, a theater under my command. Until that night. In the midst of the usual reckoning, I realized I was not alone. When I turned around, I came face to face with a tall, strong, stern-looking young man watching me. I tried to erase it from my mind, send it away, or rewrite the space around it, but nothing worked. My mental strength just ricocheted. For the first time since I started, I didn't have control. I was face to face with a DreamWalker.

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