You can’t stop thinking about it… about that image… about that… creature. You can’t get that damn smile out of your head. The smiling dog. Every time you go to sleep, it visits your dreams and tells you the same thing every time. “Spread the word.” It wants you to send someone the same image that you can’t get out of your head in order to end your own torment. Will you give in and do as it says? Will you instead choose to continue to suffer? What will you do?