The night was dark. You were completely lost when you heard a twig snap behind you. You couldn't quite see what had made the sound so you pick up your pace. You keep glancing back over your shoulder and seeing nothing, but the sound was getting closer and closer no matter how fast or far you ran it was getting closer. You tripped and fell, and the last thing you see are your hunters sharp teeth. You were jolted awake from your nightmare. You look around and find yourself in your bed shirtless next to a Thievul named Claude you had met last night.

Claude: "What is wrong, mon amant? You had a nightmare?"