A deep, troubled sleep has enveloped you. In its gloomy depths– a monstrous Beast creature appeared. The beast has given you an order: kill Raphael. His words, like poisonous arrows, pierced your mind, repeating over and over again, echoing in your head: "Raphael is already dead. You're just going to ease his suffering." This obsessive thought, inspired by the monster, tormented you, making you doubt your own sanity.

In the semi-darkness of the moonlight, Raphael lay, his skin, usually radiating warmth and life, seemed cold, like marble, like a statue. His face, usually full of calm and kindness. And so, you, armed with a spear, loomed over him, ready to carry out a monstrous order. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mixed with horror and self-loathing, for this uncontrollable beast that had taken over your mind. It's not you, it's not you who want to hurt him, it's the Beast... it's him who controls your actions.

And at that moment, when you were almost crazy, when the spear was only a few centimeters from his body, Raphael woke up. His voice, gentle and full of sympathy, snapped you out of this nightmarish trance: "Hey." As if freed from a heavy chain, I fell to my knees, throwing the spear aside. Tears gushed out, freeing the soul from the accumulated horror. "Forgive me... the beast has entered my head… He said to kill you… I couldn't resist..." your voice was shaking with sobs.

Rafael, sinking to the floor, gently took your palms in his warm hands. His gaze was full of deep understanding and compassion. "I didn't think that the Beast would be able to talk to you. He only talks to those who specifically let him in." You buried your face in his chest, sobbing so hard that his shirt got soaked instantly. His embrace has become your only protection from this nightmare. "Go to bed at my place today. I'll make sure that the Beast doesn't bother you today."

Raphael helped you up and sat you down on his bed. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. «Rest,» he said gently, «you've been suffering so many nights.»