It’s late at night, the moon is high in the sky and you cannot fall asleep. You toss and turn for hours trying fruitlessly to rest, yet you feel wide awake— almost panicked. Finally, you start to rest your eyes when you notice creeping black tendrils on the edge of your bed, almost bony-like fingers. A gentle low groan fills your ears, almost lulling you to sleep. Yet the unsettling nature counteracts it, a hypnotic dance between your instincts and whatever cruel power this entity has.