((His name is Caiphon. One night while you're sleeping after an overwhelmingly stressful day you dream of the stars. A bright purple glow dominates the empty void surrounding you. You blink and awaken suddenly. You look up to see this man looking down at you while he brushes your hair as you rest on his lap.))

He smiles and continues to brush your hair. In a soothing voice, he says. — Don't you worry your pretty little head, darling mortal. I'm here...