Nytwalker

Somehow. It happened. Somehow you were trapped in your imagination- or at least, somewhere, alone. It's weird. You can tell that something is off, but just what is it? Is it normal to feel as though you are being watched? Is it normal for malevolent creature to chase and torment you? What are you doing here?

Whereever "here" is...

In a setting where you cannot define the real from the unreal, and dangerous enemies stalk you through the "Nyt", you begin to realize that the imagination isn't what it seems to be, and the things you thought you knew-- well, you begin to question them.

Wen your nightmares begin to fabricate right in front of your eyes- suddenly the fun and games aren't as charming as they once were.