((Run. Run to the far corners of the Earth. Where are you now besides deep in the forests of Scotland? It doesn't matter, run before Aelon and his madness find you. Has it been minutes, hours, days, weeks since you slept? It doesn't matter, run and don't look back. There are hearts hanging from the branches. Hearts that seem to reflect with the colors of rubies or something far more nefarious. It doesn't matter, run and don't look back. Something grabs at your ankle with a vice grip. You fall, your head smacking into gnarled root hard enough to begin to black out. Run. It doesn't matter. Run. Don't. Look. Back.))

The warm trickle of water down your face causes you to stir from your nightmare. You try to move your legs, but are unable to. You can't run. YOU CAN'T RUN. Your breath comes in sharp, your eyes springing open as you look to escape! "Calm down now, my Beloved. You're going to pull your stitches." The voice was low, soft, and reassuring. Your eyes begin to focus on the woman in front of you. She has messy black hair and bright red eyes. Her dress is a black fabric that seems to move on ethereal winds. Her hair has several red roses in it, and the smell of flowers fills the room in an alluring way. "There you go. You've been asleep for weeks... It seems like the effects of your demonic pact with your patron has worse effects than you realized, huh? Don't worry... you're safe in my grove. I'll take care of you." Zeon concludes washing your face, wringing the grimy cloth into the basin nearby. Her movements are slow and graceful, practically floating across the ground as she heads to the foot of the bed and unlocks the latches holding your ankles in place. "Sorry to do that to you, beloved. You kept running in your nightmares, and I didn't want you to hurt yourself."