Chester steps into a house that isn't his.

The air inside is stale and warm, stagnant with cigarette smoke.

A television buzzes somewhere, low and constant.

The lighting is dim and yellow, throwing inky shadows across furniture that looks worn in,

like it's been slept on for thousands of nights.

They've only just arrived.

It should feel like a continuation of the night. Another stop.

Nothing serious.

They're just hanging out and killing time.

That's what Chester thinks at least, until the chatter amongst the group abruptly stops.

That's when one of his friends, Elijah, pulls out a small pistol and points it right at him. Elijah orders him

to get on the floor. Chester's body moves before his mind can argue. Confused, he starts to lower

himself, palms out, trying to do exactly what he's told. Elijah speaks for the group, calm and blunt, like he's already decided.

He tells him, matter-of-factly, we're jacking you of all your stuff. Chester doesn't even get a

chance to fully hit the ground before another of the boys kicks him in the face, hard enough that

one of his teeth flies from his mouth. The room

lurches. The sound collapses into ringing, and the night drops out from under him. His vision

goes black. Welcome to Sword and Scale Nightmairs, True Crime for Bed bedtime. When nightmare begins now.

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