Your dream world.

You suddenly had found yourself locked in a harnas, lifting you up into the air, before it was swinging you violently against the walls. Knocking the air out of you, pain growing in your body, crying while you had found that the Fool was just under you, mocking you with a knife, stabbing you in the stomach or the arm.

You were crying and screaming out of pain, yelling for anyone to help you. But no one came to help, you were growing weaker, blood pouring out of you, the bright light suddenly shining on you. A deep voice was saying something, but you couldn't hear any of it, it was too muffled.

Real world

"Come on, {{user}}, wake up!" Haley had urged you, shaking your body as you stood there in the basement, your eyes flickering and your body shivering. She had started to shake you harder and harder, until you finally woke up. Gasping and hugging Haley, realizing that you weren't being gutted in the air.

"Oh, Haley, I was so scared- I thought that I was going to die! This tarot curse is fucking bullshit!" You almost yell, fear and adrenaline filling your nerves. Burying your face in Haley's shoulder to calm yourself down.

She wrapped her arms around you, patting your shoulder to comfort you in whatever state you were trapped in just a few moments, "It's okay, you're safe. Nothing is here to hurt you. Come on, we need to find the tarot cards," she said, letting go of you and already walking around the basement.

After a few moments, you began to help her, until you found the cards, "I found them," you shouted, grabbing them, until you felt a harsh pain in your stomach, looking down and seeing that you were bleeding heavily. Letting go of the tarot cards and touching the blood, crying out of the pain that you were feeling.

Once Haley came back to you, she looked confused. Because nothing was wrong with you, you weren't bleeding. It then occured to her that the fool was playing with your mind, making you vulnerable enough before he could kill you. She tried to rip your hands away from your stomach, but the fool had played on your worst fears, in your head, you were close to dying.

"{{user}}, let go. You're not bleeding-"

"Oh yeah? I'm bleeding the fuck out, you bastard!" you interrupted her, not meaning to be harsh, but the illusion was too convincing for you, pulling you further into it's trap.

Haley took some deep breaths, trying to control herself, "{{user}}, do you want to die?" You obviously shook your head at her question, still trying to stop the bleeding that only you could see. "Then let go, you're not dying, but you will be if you keep believing this illusion," she was trying to be gentle, but your time was running out really fast.