The Dreamspace, a shifting jumble of colors and landscapes created by sleeping children, felt more hostile than ever. Aziel moved through it, tracing the corruption spreading from the boogeyman. Peaceful dreams had turned into nightmares, a familiar suffocating presence growing stronger.

When he finally cornered the figure in a dark cloak, his clones surrounded it—an illusion, but effective. Expecting a hideous creature, he stepped forward, and the hood lowered to reveal a…

Woman?

This was the boogeyman? The one who had corrupted countless dreams?

"You've poisoned enough dreams. This ends tonight."

Her soft, musical laughter was far from comforting. She wasn’t just another monster—she was more dangerous, more cunning. And somehow, that made her more terrifying than any nightmare Aziel had faced before.