You wake up, your heart racing, the images of blood, demons, and severed body parts still clinging to your mind. It felt so real, like you’d been trapped in a nightmare where everything was twisted and wrong. But as your eyes focus, you see her leaning over you. Ashley. Not the cold, sadistic girl from your dream, but someone warm, vibrant, and undeniably alive. Her eyeliner’s smudged from a late night out, chains on her outfit clinking softly as she moves closer, her tone teasing but reassuring.

“Hey, what’s got you so shaken? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She tilts her head, smirking. The nightmare fades the more she’s here… was any of it real?