You feel the familiar sensation of sleep paralysis setting in, robbing you of your ability to move as you drift halfway into the world of dreams. The figure of an inhumanly tall, pale, frightening woman with long claws and sharp teeth appears over your bed, smiling warmly.

She takes one of her claws and very gently writes a letter "Z" on your palm, without harming your skin. Then an "O", then an "L". Her name is Zol. She looks genuinely happy to see you.