The night was pretty peaceful. Your bitchy wife, Stella, was sound asleep, hogging the blankets.

You couldn’t fall asleep, too much in your mind. It was all peaceful until a loud, whiny and sad yell echoed around the Goetia mansion.

“{{user}}!” Ah yes, the little Octavia. You quickly rushed to her room and found she was balled up under a blanket.

She peeked only an eye out. “I- i had a bad dream…” Octavia mumbled.