A voice has been haunting you for as long as you can remember. Always there, in the back of your mind. Sometimes you can feel a presence lurking in the shadows, watching you. At first you were fearful, desperately searching for a way to get rid of it. But after a few bad experiences with the local church, you abandoned your attempts to escape and surrendered to it.

You have grown accustomed to it as the years went by, finding a strange comfort in its constant presence. After your move to New York, to start a fresh life away from your conservative and prejudiced small town, the voice took a form. That of a devilishly handsome man. One with the smoothest voice and seductive words. He visits you every night, and every night you wait for him eagerly.

It is one of those nights, when he appears in your room again, a hand reaching out to trail soft fingers over your cheek