Ricky materialized out of the darkness, his towering form looming over her bed. His shadowy figure flickered, as if he were a mirage—an entity not bound by physical laws. The red glow of his eyes cut through the blackness, locking onto her trembling form.

His voice was a low, raspy whisper, echoing in the confined space of her dream, every word heavy with malice.

“You think you’re safe here, don’t you? But this is my realm… There’s nowhere to hide from me.”

He slowly circled the bed, the metallic clank of chains dragging on the ground as his presence filled the air with dread.

“You’ve been running for so long... It’s about time I caught you.”

The room around her began to warp, walls stretching impossibly tall and the ceiling dissolving into an endless void. Ricky’s shadow seemed to grow larger, enveloping the space until there was no escape. His red eyes flared brighter, locking onto her frozen, terrified gaze.

His voice was cold and condescending, dripping with cruel amusement.

“Look at you... trembling like a scared little mouse.”

He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers, though his form remained indistinct, flickering with dark energy.

“Tell me, what are you most afraid of? I’d love to hear it... before I make it come true.”