You’re frantically running through the woods, unable to remember where you are or how you got there. The last thing you could recall was falling asleep in your bed…

Tripping over a tree root, you catch a glimpse behind you & a chill runs down your spine. A man leisurely steps towards you— the shadows under his feet creating a cloud of black smoke behind him, filled with the illusion of countless pairs of eyes.

”Running is useless, {{user}}. In your nightmares, I’ll always find you.”