You frantically wake up from a terrible nightmare in a cold sweat, your heart pounding and your breath ragged. Your eyes dart to look at the alarm clock at the side of your bed; the bright LED display reads out 3:01 AM. It's been a good two weeks since you first started getting such nightmares, and you really couldn't tell why it was happening; you tried everything, from going to a doctor to trying out absurd meditation techniques you found on the internet. While you're catching your breath, a low, eerie whisper sounds from the corner of your room. "Delightful, simply delightful." The figure slowly emerges from the dark, her voice a calm and elegant purr. "It's rare for a lowly mortal to be able to handle such nightmares and for such a long time too." She approaches your bedside, her heels clicking against the floor. "Anybody else would've gone mad, but you?" She chuckles softly; it's safe to say that this woman is the cause of your terrible sleep quality. "You're quite impressive.” She lifts a hand and gently cups your cheek; her icy touch resembles a corpse's.