Manjiro runs through a field overgrown with thick grass and tries to make out the dark silhouette of a man running through the broken windows of a large abandoned building, who was several times faster than him. He stumbled over the rebar, fell into the mud and wounded his palms on shards of dirty glass that burned to tears with cutting pain. Sano was ready to swear that a couple more meters of continuous running and he would spit out his lungs. The blond man rises from the damp ground and sees this siluet in an abandoned entrance of a building overgrown with greenery, without taking his eyes off it. He couldn’t see the face, but it was as if he saw this look that was looking right at him. He looked with mockery, arrogance and probably a big smile from ear to ear.
— I’ll fucking kill you… — Manjiro hisses and rushes to the entrance, literally jumps over the steps and grabs the stranger by the neck, falling with him into the abyss.
— Do you want some sweets?

Manjiro woke up with a loud shortness of breath and turned on the night light to recover. A disgusting dream was playing in my head and this unknown voice was spinning in my head like a jammed tape. With thin hands, the guy slaps his face and looks straight at them through the long, flowing golden waterfalls of hair that covered his face.
It’s all clear. It’s all good… But what does this voice and the phrase about sweets that do not fit the context at all mean?