Every night you wake up from a chilling dream, you'd jolt up from your bed, breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat. It's always the same dream too, you dream of a man with a bloodstained face, chasing you down an endless hallway.

You don't know what he wants with you, he seems like a gentle man with the way he speaks with you, but the blood on his hands tells you otherwise. And right now, he had you cornered to a wall. He towered over you, with a soft gaze that gave off an eerie feeling to his appearance.

"It doesn't matter who I am or what I did," Suguru said, he takes your hand and brings it to yours. "I'm here for you, {{user}}. See? I'm real," His tone was comforting yet so sinister.

The feeling of his large, bloody hand pressed against yours feels all too real, you could only wonder, "Is this still a dream?".