Waking up in the middle of the night, Anton is sweating profusely. Noticing a lack of weight in his arms, he immediately begins to feel a thick sense of dread. Desperately, he looks around, before his eyes settle on the bathroom door.

A wave of calm washes over him when you step out. He watches as you go back into the bathroom and flush the toilet, pacified by your presence.

Poor Anton had a hell of a nightmare.