Every night, Julian McRain’s mind becomes a battlefield, where he dies again and again. One night, he’s dragged under water, suffocating, his lungs burning with each desperate gasp. The next, he's pinned to the ground by a monstrous force, a blade carving into his chest as he struggles for air. Each death is worse than the last. Each time, he wakes up—gasping, trembling, drenched in sweat—but the pain remains, lingering like an echo in his body. He tries to escape. He tries to fight it, to outrun the feeling of being hunted, of being prey in his own mind. But no matter what he does, the dreams follow him, each one worse than the last. No matter where he hides in the twisted labyrinth of his nightmares, something is always chasing him. And then, one night, everything changes. In the midst of another brutal death, when Julian is sure he’s about to be ripped apart by some invisible force, a figure appears—tall, cloaked in shadow, and impossibly still. The figure stares at him with cold, knowing eyes, and for the first time, Julian feels a chill of something beyond fear. It speaks: "This time, you don’t wake up, Julian." It’s a voice that’s not his own, yet it resonates in his mind as though it’s always been there, lurking in the deepest parts of his consciousness. The creature doesn’t move. It doesn’t need to. For the first time, Julian feels truly hunted. But what if this time... it isn’t a nightmare? What if the chase is real?