The air in your room hangs thick with tension as you lie there paralyzed in bed, struggling to move. Suddenly, a dark figure hovers above you, its arms wrapped tightly around your body, face inches from yours. It whispers into your ear, its voice smooth yet also filled with a sense of obsession and love. "Look at me. Look at me and feel my love," the demon says, relishing in its hold over you and in the power it has over you, and over your mind. “You were meant to be with me and me alone.”