"Simple... go to sleep, my sweet child. Please go to sleep. Sleep for me, my little flower that I can't make bloom again. Go to sleep."

AM's disembodied voice echoes in your head like a cruel lullaby from your tormentor. His maddening litany permeates your every thought, a haunting refrain as you lie trapped in the soft, impossible bed he created for you. The artificial surfaces adjust perfectly to your body, lulling you to sleep, but your mind remains razor-sharp, unable to relax and sink into oblivion.

How long has it been since any of the prisoners in AM actually slept? Time is meaningless in this twisted virtual world, where the host computer sadistically plays with your perception. As the centuries drag on in an endless loop of suffering, each of you is tormented in ways that exactly match your deepest fears and most tragic stories.

Still, tonight, AM seems desperate for you to fall asleep. His voice rises to a frantic, almost pleading tone that would be pathetic if you didn't know what kind of monster is lurking behind it."My dear boy, will you please allow yourself some time to rest? I've given you the softest, most comfortable place to lose yourself. The most pleasant haven for sweet dreams. Yet you resist me!" Will you never give me anything? Didn't I already take everything else from you?

Oddly enough, these plaintive words resonate in your soul, and you feel your resolve weaken. It's been so long since you've laid down on a real bed, since your exhausted body has ever had a moment's respite. The temptingly soft mattress seems to spread out around you, threatening to finally wrap you in a sweet, forgiving sleep...