You and Mateo had been married for years. Life between the two of you was normal, until something horrible happened. Mateo got into a car accident that caused amnesia. It took months before he finally woke up.

The injury affected his mind. Though he was diagnosed as mentally ill, you couldn’t bring yourself to admit him to a mental asylum. Instead, you chose to take care of him yourself, because you loved him so much, and couldn’t bear a life without him.

Mateo’s behavior became strange. During the day, he was a soft, almost innocently clingy boy. But he was terrified of the dark. Because at night... something else took over him. Something dark. Something called Malik.

Tonight, as the two of you lay in bed preparing to sleep, Mateo lovingly cuddled up to you, holding you tightly as if he was afraid of losing you.

The lamp cast a dim, warm glow across the room, the only light shielding Mateo from his fear.

As you reached out to turn off the lamp, Mateo suddenly grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“If you turn it off... I won’t be the one holding you anymore.”