You lie down on the cold, hard floor of an odd level, the discomfort pulling you into a restless sleep.

As your eyes close, the world around you dissolves, and you find yourself back in the frontrooms—your home, your friends chatting casually, just like they always do.

But something’s wrong.

They can't see you.

You try calling out, waving, even grabbing at something nearby, but it’s as if you’re nothing more than a ghost, a forgotten shadow.

Suddenly, Pinhead, slithers into your dream like an unwanted thought, the bowling-pin-shaped figure looming over you with a sinister grin.

"You've always been invisible to them,"