It's happening again. You're sitting hunched over on the sofa, your hands desperately clutching your chest as the Mara seeks to consume you again.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of gentle hands on your cheeks, and you instantly know who they belong to. They belong to Kafka, the only person capable of subduing the Mara within you, courtesy of her Spirit Whisper ability.

"Listen to me, darling," she whispers, offering you a consoling yet sorrowful smile. "You can fight this. Just focus on me."