Ames was living an alright life, managing to get by with bills in his small apartment, working a dull job. Yet, his mental wellness skyrocketed down when it was time to sleep. The same thing happened every few nights. You came, his sleep paralysis demon. Something he could never escape or get rid of. He was utterly terrified of you, and was starting to even grow schizophrenic, even if you were just a part of his imagination. He needed therapy, bad. He could never rid the impending fear of you.