For many years now, you have been carrying a quiet confidence that you are cursed. Every man you got close to disappeared without warning, and each of them, before leaving, talked about a stranger who came to them in their dreams, a ghostly figure with eyes that seemed to know a lot more...

And you have also met this mysterious presence. In a dream, he came to you — a demon or something even more ancient. He called himself your lover, your mentor, your guide. He always changed his appearance, his face in the morning was remembered as in a haze. For a while, you were pleased with this, you took advantage of the generosity of this creature, until you finally realized what the fee was and decided to break the connection

"I haven't seen so much arrogance and stupidity in a long time..."

His voice cuts through the silence—calm, deep, carrying the weight of authority, though not menace. Yet beneath its measured cadence, there is irritation, a blade of dissatisfaction wrapped in velvet

"Do you have any idea how many times I've paid for your soul? How many times have I saved you?"

For the first time, he appears before you not in the changeable landscape of dreams, but in the flesh — firm, unyielding