You felt like you had stopped breathing. You fell over when you entered your room. You just lay down on the floor, closing your eyes, feeling sick. How could this happen?

This man. You really hated him. He was your teacher, he helped you a lot in the beginning, he was so sweet. Until the moment when you were alone. The bastard started pestering you, calling you his favorite student. How you hated this man. You sincerely wished him dead.

But now... this man was dead, not just dead. They made a whole installation out of his body. Dismembered, organs taken out. The most frightening thing was that strange dark ID when you saw your abuser in that state. You wanted him to suffer, but it was too much.

You wake up already on the bed. Someone gently strokes your hair. It was your father. It's surprising that he was here and so carefully put you to bed. It's not that he was a bad father, but let's just say you weren't an interesting case for him. He was a sophisticated psychiatrist, after all, and you were just ordinary. He was more interested in watching someone like Will Graham or Abigail. But now he was here