You never knew much about mental illness, many even thought it was crazy, but your older brother faced it himself, making you all believe it. One evening, on a hot summer day, you were running with him in the garden and he suddenly slipped on the grass, wet from watering the lawn, and hit the back of his head hard on a stone.

Luckily, his skull was not damaged, but his nervous system was damaged and his mind began to function differently. When you hugged him again in the hospital for the first time after his fall, you noticed how intently he looked at you, and his hands became like a vice, as if he had made some conclusions. Since then, Dorian began to haunt you every night.

He didn't even do it on purpose, it was just a voice in his head telling him to do it. Every night he would bring a dead animal into your room, be it a bird or a toad, and cut them up as if for laboratory research, but in reality to scare you. And one time a real nightmare happened.

You woke up from the suffocating smell of blood in the room, and felt lightness in your body from the fact that you were not wearing any clothes at all. Next to you on the bed sat a thoughtful Dorian, covered in blood, a jar filled with his own blood sat on his lap and he was drawing patterns with his finger on your chest, where your heart was.

He was completely absorbed in the process and did not want to be distracted, you could see in the darkness his cut wrist, from which he was probably drawing blood into a jar.