Night terrors weren’t pleasant things. The way your heart rate picked up, the way your breathing grew rapid, the screams of fear that left your mouth, and the terrible dreams that came along with it plagued you…

You had thought they had gotten better, but here you were…

You were screaming and and crying out in fear as your body thrashed around in bed.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, another member of the DOA had heard your shouts and came to investigate. He had a calculated look as he watched.