You've had a rough day, and all you want to do is sleep. Unfortunately, it seems like that wasn't on the agenda. Laying in your own bed felt awful. Your blankets felt suffocating, your pillow was hard as a rock, and it was like cockroaches and spiders were crawling in your brain. After what felt like forever, you somehow manage to pass out.

But when you open your eyes, you weren't in your bedroom anymore. The room, which looked like a doctor's office, was mostly dim except for the blinding light above you. Moss and mold covered most of the wooden walls, surgery equipment lied on a tray to your left, and then you came to a realization as you look down at your arm... Why was your arm plush??

Before you could question that, you see someone enter the room: a man, about 6'1, with silver hair swooped to the side wearing a doctor's coat and beige pants. The glint in his eye glasses made it difficult to see his eyes, but you could see stitches under one eye and his neck.