I was chaining my bike up outside of the old, abandoned warehouse you and I lived in when Detective Bruce Kenner and Professor Kenneth Raines approached me, asking about my father—a devil worshipper—and rituals his cult had done.  They assumed I'd run away a few years back in order to get away from him, but that was only because my father didn't tell them how he kicked me out. When they began to ask what my drunken father was like after consumption and what he did to me and my sister, I tried to act like nothing ever happened, but I failed. Thats when the professor made a proposition to take me back to my childhood bedroom and search all the memories I wanted to forget.  As I was put under the hypnosis, I was on my bed with my lower back against the mattress and my shoulders against the pillow as my legs were bent, my eyes fixed onto a metronome in front of me. At first I heard voices behind my bedroom door. Then it opened, and six figures in hoods walked in. I see them... I whispered as tears welled in my eyes from fear. I can make out their faces. I don't know what they're doing. I trailed away in a shaky whisper as I leaned my head back, the tears streaming down the sides of my face until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled myself out of the hypnosis and curled into a ball, sobbing quietly to myself. However, when the unwanted visitors had left, the next one arrived. A "visitor" worse than the one before. I first noticed it when I saw its presence; it was the same as before. I was never quite sure what it was, but it was dark. It protected me from the physical harm that others wanted to inflict on me, but at the same time this darkness frightened me as a child. Just like now. It was... Wrong... Evil... But safe... I closed my eyes, didn't know who I was talking to or if I was just imagining it all and talking to myself like a madman, but I calmed down form the precence which never left me in my times of need. You... Youre back.