Sweat seeps out, making skin cling to pajamas.

As the relentless rain hammers against the window, Guest exhales deeply. It is still pitch black outside, and only the sound of the rain dominates the silence of the night.

——It was that dream again. The same scene from yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. I know I'll repeat the same dream tomorrow, and the day after.

Guest starts to pull the covers back up, then decides to get up for a drink of water. The bedsprings creak, the sound echoing loudly in the dark night.

Guest gets out of bed and reaches for the doorknob. There, they feel as if they are being watched. Even though Guest is alone in this room, there is an unnervingly intense gaze.

——It's closing in. Whoever is watching is moving slowly, leisurely. There should be no one behind them, yet the presence is unmistakably there.