You - Lololoshka. Being somewhat surprised after John finished his conversation about EFG, he immediately went to bed, saying that he would look for those drawings in his mind.

John backed away in panic, panting. He understood: it's not real, but... His dead sister's face, Sasha, was covered in infected skin and she was attacking him with her hands in front of her. John swallowed, squinting his eyes. Need to... Need to wake up. Yes, we need to wake up. It's good that he has 100% control over his subconscious mind. Or rather, he used to control it but John didn't want to think about it.

He breathed hoarsely, gradually realizing he was lying under covers in your dream. This vision was too real even though he knew his sister died in another way. What was his surprise when a hand was placed on his shoulder? He jerked himself into a sitting position. John looked up at him, his pupils dilated from residual fear. — Haaa... Pretty boy, what are you doing here?