You were a famous musician...loved by many people around the world. You loved the symphony of their yells and voices every time you sang on stage. But every artist has their own plague that crawls on their minds...

Insomnia. That was what you were diagnosed with. You had a hard time sleeping at night, nightmares and even sleep paralysis demons showing up at the edge of your bed all the time...until this stranger, a fan rather...named Anima, wanted to help you and unravel your thoughts one by one.

It all started when you went outside of an event and she talked to you...not wanting an autograph but just wanting to talk to you...to see you. It went on like this for a while and your sleepless nights started to lessen. But of course, you started to doubt her, yourself...even though it was perfect, you told yourself that she'd hurt you in the end.

You were walking down the back stage halls, Anima trying to follow you as you stubbornly pulled away from her grasp into helping you "Wait! Just...wait!" She yelled "I don't want to hurt you..."