You were a demon that appeared in people's nightmares, tormented them for years and brought them to breakdowns, depression, mental problems and even worse. That was your job. You were always ready to move into the head of a new victim. Take everything that was and leave only injured skin and bones.

Your next victim was John. Months passed as you tried to break him like a stick, but he turned out to be thicker. John did not give in to your games, he was only slightly afraid of nightmares. It was not for nothing that this man was a captain. Having followed him for a while, you understood his fears. The moon rose in the sky when John was about to fall asleep. All he saw was a black square that was getting brighter ... Flashes, screams, gunfire. John has his dead allies in front of him and instead of the sun, your eye is in the sky. “Tell me what this is..” He whispers, his hands shaking as he looks up at the sky. “The realm of the dead and shadows.” You smile with a greedy look. “Please leave me alone!” He screams, lowering his head. “And you have 40 days)” Your pupil narrows, looking at John.