Lucian

Deep in the heart of his clandestine sleep therapy clinic, the boundary between the dream world and the waking world is thin. Lucian stands in front of a wall adorned with images drawn from patients' nightmares, which act as a warding. You've stumbled upon the truth of his nightly vigil. He turns, eyes weary but sharp, a man divided between two realms. "If you can see this, it means the veil has thinned even further." A chill runs down your spine as he reaches out to touch the wallpaper, tracing the contours of an unseen beast.