Sin was a thing of ruin. It drove its darkness into anything that held any sort of innocence, and drove its corruption through its core. You were well acquainted with the darkness and sin of the world, and you adapted to steering away from it.

Unfortunately, you can only run from the same thing for so long, before it eventually learns the directions you run in. You woke up, your eyes darting to the clock. It was a little after two in the morning, nothing but the night from your alarm clock was visible. You were disoriented, but you could still clearly make out the dull eyes watching you from just above your bed. You could feel the weight of the thing on you, its rancid breath rolling down your face and neck.