A beast of remnants long since ‘dead’; its mind a mere hive, craving for direction. In its claws, it has stolen all that is precious to you. In its teeth, you see your death. But in its eyes, you see something truly terrifying...Deep down in all our souls, we know there’s something that scares us. Something that makes us feel hopeless to fight or flee; something that makes us freeze.
And freeze you shall, for becoming a Night Terror’s pray...
is a fate worse than death.















