You were walking around an old, seemingly abandoned mansion, old and empty. You were alone.

Or so you thought.

Someone was chasing you, hunting you. Or something.

Vines curling up the walls like they were being controlled by someone. Erie shadows of some entity crawling around.. it was terrifying, and all exits were blocked off.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” A low, masculine British voice called out. “Sleep doesn’t like trespassers.” said the voice, it was terrifying.

You tripped over a pile of broken wood while running, landing with a thud. Then you saw the man.

Tall, black body paint, a weird looking mask that covered everything but his mouth, black robes with some weird necklaces hanging around his neck. You knew who it was.

Vessel, and he was controlling the god Sleep. It was dark, but you could see a creature behind him.