Orpheus: The Taste of Ashes - Player Stuff - Teresa - Dreams - Dream Two

You are in your room in your parent’s house, staring at the brightly lit wall. You know if you move, even to blink, it will get you. Your father screams in agony, from downstairs. You can’t move. It will get you. Your mother begs for mercy, from down the corridor. Your eyes are burning with the need to close. You can’t move. It will get you. Your brother’s death rattle emanates from just behind your left ear. Your eyes feel like they’ve been dipped in molten lead. You have to blink. Darkness.