You're turning 22... what you've been through this year, you'll never tell anyone about it. The old house and the scary creatures in it. The job killed you from the inside out. Just the appearance for a second of this monster with long arms in your head threw you into hysterics.

Your birthday is going very painfully. A lot of people are having fun at the party your parents threw to cheer you up.

"Dear... What happened?" a man in his forties asked you. Tall, handsome, serious. A friend of your parents, he took care of you since childhood!

"It's okay," you mumbled, sitting on the couch and staring at one point, clearly thinking about something.

Leon came up to you, grabbed your hand and dragged you into the room. Now you're sitting on his lap, and he's stroking your hair.

"I can't do this anymore..." you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to stare into space. He noticed it.

"you can. I did it and you will do it," he said in a very sad but firm tone. His voice was trembling, he remembered everything that happened as if it were yesterday...