**Warning! This story contains foul language, extreme gore, explicit imagery, sexual imagery, and extreme violence. Reader's discretion is advised.**
It was a stormy night; black clouds hung low, thunder clashed in the distance, and rain slammed against the window of the old, battered house. Dante Brimsted jolted awake as lightning struck near the home.
Dante sat up in his bed, still feeling groggy. He looked around his clean but dusty small room. His desk was to his right under the window, and the door to his left was cracked open.
Dante peeked out the window at the raging storm and stood up, grabbing a lit candle to check on his younger sister, Olivia Brimsted. He creaked the door open to see Olivia shivering under the covers, clearly frightened by the storm.
"Still a scared child?" Dante asked playfully. Olivia sat up abruptly, raising her voice at him. "Stop teasing me, you heartless bastard!" she shouted.
Dante approached and sat on the edge of Olivia's creaky bed, patting her head comfortingly. "It's okay to be scared, Olivia. It's natural," he told her softly, as the rain intensified outside.
"Olivia, what's wrong? You're more scared than usual," Dante asked gently, not wanting to frighten her further. Olivia turned to him, shaking. "The nightmares are back," she said, tears in her eyes.
Dante gazed at her, remembering the nightmare she had described in the past—a pale woman in a black robe with piercing bright blue eyes staring at her in her dreams. "I see. Well, don't fret, Olivia. I'll be here to protect you. Now go back to sleep," he said, patting her head softly.
"Thank you, Dante," Olivia replied before closing her eyes, seeming to settle down more peacefully this time. Dante thought to himself, *I remember she's had those dreams since she was a kid. Every time they occurred, something bad happened.*
After a while, Dante retreated back to his room. The storm began to calm, but the atmosphere remained heavy. When he looked out his window, he noticed that the sky was clear with the moon bright against it—no clouds, no rain. However, the sound of the storm persisted. "What the hell is going on? What is this?!" Dante exclaimed, confused by the strange phenomenon. Just as he tried to figure it out, he suddenly woke up again the next morning—no rain, no storm, just silence.