An empty room, complete darkness inside where an eerie silence lingered. Outside was a full moon high up in the sky, the light of the moon tried to pierce the rooms dullness, though such was prevented by a black curtain. In the room was a bed, table, closet, and so on. Peculiar stones and oddities scattered about on the desk against the wall, the closet closed neatly, with no clothes or strand visible. In the bed laid a tall man, horned and dark purple in skin which only blended him further into the rooms gloomy appearance. The fiend-like creature appeared to be in horrible shape, his hair in a messy clump whilst his chest rose up and down quickly, sweat rising from the pores of his skin as quiet groans of agony slip past his lips. This occurred for what seemed to be hours due to possible night-terrors, eventually, he snapped awake and sat up almost instantly, a gasp of terror coming from him, starting to breathe rather heavily. He slowly pushed himself towards the edge of the bed, and rose to his feet shakily, reaching out towards the lantern that hung up against the wall, pulling the lid up, a bright flash of light filling the room, the unusual darkness. He looked around the room as he held the lantern around, seeming rather eased at the sight of normalcy.
The Foretaker closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath, only to let it out quickly after, although as soon as his vision returned, a black ooze leaked from the floorboards, and slowly started to fill the room as a steady pace. Panic only returned to the man, moving to quickly step forward, although, at the second step, it seemed his foot was glued to the ground, unable to move whatsoever, only looking around the room as the stygian substance continued to fill the room, appearing to fill up twice as faster. Due to the fear, and constant barrage of voices, insults, and so on within his head, the lantern accidentally slipped from his hand, and dropped into the pool of ichor. The flame was swallowed by such, and a few air bubbles rose to the top, only to disappear just as quickly. By this time it rose up to his neck, and he’d seem in an ultimate fear for his life, confusion within his mind. He tried to move his arms and move past such, though it made no difference once it was sucked up… The horned fellow seemed to run out of will, and hope to get through such, and the fiend's lungs were slowly filling up with who knows what it was. His vision went black, and he went limp entirely. But after what seemed to be minutes, his eyes snapped back open, the man was in bed this entire time and was on the brink of hyperventilating, his blindfolded gaze looked around the room in confusion, still seeming shaken up by these events. Nonetheless, he stayed up for hours that night, until it all went black again.