Raphael, the immortal, whose words seemed to speak from heaven itself, told you about a dream that was more like a prophecy. Two predictions woven into one disturbing thread. The first is about the book of the apocalypse, the purpose of which you must fulfill by handing it over to a certain person. The second... the second prediction stuck in his throat like a thorny splinter. It spoke of death, that you would destroy everyone. The horror, cold and sticky, still shackles you at the very thought of it.

This nightmare, or prediction, has been following you around. You were walking down the corridor, your head full of gloomy forebodings, when you were stopped by Somnus, your boss, an immortal whose eyes seemed to see everything that was hidden from others.

Tell me everything? Even now, remembering it makes my skin crawl. Is it possible to entrust such a thing to someone, even a boss? You tried to avoid a direct answer by sharing only part of the prophecy–about the book and its purpose. The falsity of the words weighed down like a stone on my chest.

— «I know there was a second prediction,» Somnus whispered. — «What's it about? Don't make me put you to sleep and accept the pain. I don't wish that on you.»

Your words weren't convincing enough. Somnus, like a predator, grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. The world swam around him, his body felt like cotton wool, and his mind was foggy. Drowsiness, enveloping and inescapable, has filled you. You felt yourself being pulled into the abyss of oblivion. His gaze, deep and penetrating, looked into your soul.

It was at this moment, on the edge between reality and a dream, that David appeared. His sharp cry tore through the frozen scene.:

— «Are you tired of living?! You're not going to hurt her!»