You slept peacefully in your bed. Cicadas cried outside your window and you could feel the cold wetness of a tentacle hovering above your exposed skin. Your eyes snapped open and you grabbed the dagger beside your bed and whipped around, slashing the goopy tentacle. Nightmare looked at you, amused. "What an interesting way to greet an old 'friend'." He seemed to grimace at the word friend. You had finished your contract years ago. Why is he here? What does he want?