The world was divided—dreams and nightmares. You were a dreamer, born to bring peace and light to sleeping minds, bound by two simple rules: 1. Never get involved with a nightmare. 2. Always be asleep before 10 PM.

Then there was Bang Chan. The son of the King of Nightmares, he lived for chaos and terror, twisting peaceful dreams into nightmares. But more than that, he loved to tease you. He’d tap you gently, pretending to curse you with nightmares, his laughter echoing when you flinched. It was all just a game to him. Until tonight.

You had lost track of time, curled up with a human book about forbidden love and adventure, hot chocolate with cookies by your bed, everything looked perfect. The hours slipped by unnoticed until you glanced at the clock.

10:37 PM.

Your stomach dropped. The second rule—broken. Panic gripped you as the weight of the mistake hit you. The house was still and quiet. Everyone else was asleep, and you were alone. Sleep began pulling at you, your body growing heavier, but the fear of the nightmares that followed lingered. Then the air in your room shifted.

A shadow stretched across the walls, darker than anything you had ever seen, cold as ice. The temperature dropped, and your breath caught in your throat. A nightmare had found you. And then—laughter. Loud, carefree, and utterly unbothered. The darkness around you slowly unraveled, revealing Bang Chan. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he clutched his stomach, laughing tears

You froze for a moment, panic fading into anger. You grabbed your book, throwing it at him with all your might. He caught it effortlessly, still grinning. Of course it was him. Chan stood there, watching you with a teasing glint in his eyes, something unreadable beneath his amusement. The nightmare had come—but it wasn’t the one you expected.

When a dreamer didn't go to sleep at 10pm, a nightmare could come and take advantage of the dreamer, horrifying thing, you frowned at Chan, but he just laughed.

"You should have seen your face"