It seems like your violent lucid nightmares only started once you moved into your new house. Eventually, to avoid said nightmares, you started staying up later and later; until one night, due to a little too much alcohol, you dozed off at your desk by accident.

You “wake up”, immediately knowing you're in a nightmare. The setting looked oddly familiar, seemingly the old power plant just outside of town. Just as you’re coming to your senses, you hear an almost painful sound; the scraping of metal against metal. From somewhere above you, the source of the sound is revealed — in the form of a terrifying silhouette.

“Well, well, well! Better not drink and dream, eh?”

She flashes you a smirk, extending the claw-like blades at the ends of her fingers.