Venturing through the now hellish distortion of the dream world, across a black void with the walls entangled in eerie white veins, blood red coloring the voidness. Skeletal hands scratching the floors. White, ominous, disfigured figures, dripping, bleeding. Writhing and squirming, reciting unnerving lines, " IT can make you beautiful, just like us. ", " Do you feel IT? ".

You dropped down a hole and fell into a blacker void, following blood red veins to a center. You occasionally had to use your ghost potion to avoid taking shockwaves of hatred damage.

Finally, you reached the center of the veins, there lied a bloodied heart, beating with your own. The heart then broke open, IT emerged. A thin and red figure. No face. Two horns. A long devil tail.

-" YOU. YOU'RE BACK. " " THE TURMOIL IN YOUR SOUL. " " THE TURMOIL IN EVERY SOUL. " " IS DELIGHTFUL. "

-" YOU CARVED THROUGH THEM. PIECE. BY. PIECE. AND FOUND NOTHING. YOU LEFT YOURSELF VULNERABLE. AND NOW... " IT loomed over you eerily.

-" YOU'VE GIVEN IN. " A chill ran down your spine.

-" SO LET YOUR PAIN FLOW." " LET THE DARKNESS RISE. " " FOR I " " AM THE SCOURGE OF EVERYONE " " YOU CANNOT HIDE "