*Hannah’s eyes were on the dark figure. She couldn’t see who or what they were. Her curiosity was all over her mind. She wanted to rush over to the person, but there was not a single monster near them. They stood perfectly still, almost calm. Hannah couldn’t look at them another minute. Instead, she continued to follow the butterfly. She hoped that, in due time, she would find out who that mysterious figure was. She hoped that they would meet soon. But, she had to stay focused on helping the person in danger, the one the borboleta was leading her to. She ran down the street, following a very familiar path. A path she had taken every day. She was making her way to her home.*

*Hannah’s fears were proven to be correct, as she witnessed the borboleta slowly fly into her house, revealing the location of the seguinte victim to these horrid dreams. She ran right inside the house, throwing the door open as she ran inside. And at the end of the hall that was inside the house, stood the man with combed hair, glasses, wearing a suit. He turned to look over at Hannah. And it was clear to Hannah who it was.*
Hannah: D-Dad?!
*As she stepped toward him, ready to break into a run, Drew’s appearance faded away, and was replaced with the bright glow of light. It flashed repeatedly, on and off again, slowly. The blinding light was enough to distract Hannah, as she covered her eyes to do so. She tried to keep her eyes on Dred, trying to remain within the dream, but only to be swallowed por darkness, the world disappearing around her, leaving her with only the blinding light.*

*Hannah groaned, disrupted from her dreams, before she shot up, her eyes wide, before they squinted again at the blinding light. She looked at the light, and saw a figure holding it. It was from a flashlight, the light still blinding her before the carrier moved it out of her eyes. She was able to finally get a good look at the man, before she felt a sudden feeling of regret.*
William: You have a lot to answer for, kid.

Drew: *He looked at the door, confused and terrified about his current situation. He could’ve sworn that he saw Hannah. He looked around the burnt, rotted remains that resembled his home, not sure where he was or how he had gotten here. But as he stumbled around to try and figure out where he was, he heard a quiet voice, gently whispering his name. And the voice came from his bedroom.*

*Hannah sat in the passenger assento of William’s truck, sitting in silence. William was quiet, staring at the road as he drove in total silence, the lights of his headlights illuminating the darkness in front of them. Hannah didn’t care about what William thought of her. She could only think about her father, and what sort of guilt he had that would cause him to end up inside the dreams. Then a horrible thought came to her mind. Did he kill someone? Did he take a person’s life, and now feels horrible about it? As she thought about it, her thoughts went to her mother, and why she was never around. And she immediately stopped thinking all together. She didn’t even want to imagine those two scenarios being connected. As she sat in silence, William finally broke the quiet atmosphere.*
William: Alright, Hannah. What were you doing there? And what were you doing with Wendy’s phone in your hand and a gun in your lap?
Hannah: I-I just heard a rumor and I wanted to find it out
William: It looks mais like you’re getting involved in something you really shouldn’t.
*Hannah was silent immediately. William was not as dumb as she had always thought he was. He could catch onto things easily. It was almost as if he knew exactly what Hannah was looking into.*
William: I swear to god, you teenagers. Why can’t you just live a normal life. Go to school, hang out with friends, hit on cute boys, all that stuff. No, you gotta get involved in murder. You have Wendy’s phone, you are talking with Marcus who is investigating these murder cases, and now you’re hanging around places like this
Hannah: Why is it your business? Are you stalking me or something?
William: Yeah, sure. I’m stalking you. No, I knew you were here. I followed you
Hannah: F-Followed?
William: The borboleta imprint on your tattoo. That’s not some tattoo job, I know. That thing there, that’s the work of pure evil
*Hannah was dead silent. William had complete knowledge of the butterfly. She was quiet for at least ten seconds, before responding*
Hannah: H-How do you know about the butterfly
*William did not speak. Instead, he showed her. He extended his right hand toward Hannah, and showed her his right hand. In it, was the imprint of a butterfly. The same scarlet one that Hannah had on the back of her hand. She knew that there were other’s with the imprint, but William was the first person who truly understood the borboleta in the same way she did.*
William: You saw them. The nightmares. They come every night
Hannah: H-How come I’ve never seen you in the nightmares
William: I only recently started seeing them. About three days ago. Every time I had them, I just remained inside my house. I didn’t dare go outside. And when I hear the child-like voices calling my name, I just ignore them. I know it’s nothing but the dream trying to trick me. I’m not going out there. Then again, I guess I should face them at some point. The nightmares never stop. They never will
Hannah: That’s not true. We just need to find the person responsible, that’s all
William: I swear, you kids are always delusional. There is no hope, okay. All we can do is hope that no one else gets affected por this
*After a short time, William finally stopped the car. They were outside Hannah’s house. Hannah didn’t hesitate to get out of the car and run inside, hoping to wake Drew up before he succumbed to the dreams. As she did, William stepped out of the car.*
William: Hey, wait. You still need to answer for the gun!
*William shook his head and followed behind Hannah, walking at a medium pace. As he walked, he could see a flash from the doorway and the window, followed por a loud bang. A gunshot. The moment he heard that, William broke out into a run. He reached toward his holster, taking out his revolver. He rushed to the doorway, and in the light from the streetlamps, he saw what he was afraid of. Hannah lied on the ground, a bullet wound in her stomach. As William stared at it, he could hear the cocking of a handgun, before he looked up, seeing a mysterious figure inside the house.*
William: W-Who the hell?
*William had no time to fogo his gun. The figure had already prepared for a segundo person, and fired into William’s stomach as well. William clutched his gut, groaning in agony. He wasn’t in the same shock that Hannah was in, but he was still in immense pain. As he looked up, the figure was standing right in front of him, before swinging the handgun across William’s face, and this time, William fell unconscious.*

*Hannah gave a sharp gasp, the burning pain surging in her gut, as she looked around the area. She appeared to be inside of a strange vehicle, the remains burnt out. She was lying what looked to be a table. As she stood up, she groaned in pain, clutching her gut. Her handgun rested on the side of the ambulance. She picked it up, doing her best to ignore the agonising pain, not before long when it was replaced with another pain from her hand. She looked down to see the borboleta emerge from her hand and fly out the back of the vehicle. Her thoughts were on Drew, knowing that he was still in great danger. She struggled to get up from the table, barely able to, as she clutched her stomach. She stepped out of the vehicle and slowly started to follow the butterfly. But as she followed it, she saw that it was not heading toward her house, but instead, the school. She knew that Drew was in danger, but she couldn’t abandon the thought of someone else being in danger. That, and she didn’t know what was waiting for her throughout the town. She decided to just follow the borboleta for now, hoping that Drew could still be saved.*

*Hannah slowly made her way to the school, still clutching her stomach, the blood continuing to mover through her hands. As she walked toward the school, she could see a flash from one of the segundo floor windows, along with a bang. As soon as she saw that, she made her way inside, trying her best to mover at a quicker pace. She only had a few bullets on her, so she had to make them count. As she stepped inside, the school was filled with a horrifying sight. A group of small, fleshy creature, the size of children, wandered the halls. They appeared to be slouched, a miserable sight, yet they all wore masks that resembled smiles. The masks looked to be shoved deep into their flesh, almost like it was forced inside of them. They carried sharp objects, like pens, broken rulers, and glass, in their hands, and as soon as Hannah stepped inside, they started to stumble toward her, ready to attack her. Hannah did not have enough ammo to deal with them, and thus, quickly made her way to the stairs. The small monsters tried to grab at her ankles and drag her back down the stairs, but she was able to quickly make her way up them. The small creatures seemed to have mais trouble going up the stairs because of their stubby legs. Once Hannah made her way to the segundo floor, the sounds of gunshots echoed throughout the halls, followed por the sounds of screaming. Hannah followed the noises to one of the rooms, labeled Class 202. She entered to see William, a bandage around his stomach and head, shooting at three of the smaller creatures.*
William: Get the hell away from me, you freaks!
*William fired his revolver at them, striking them in the head, being mais accurate with his bullets than Hannah. He quickly turned his gun to Hannah, who held her hands up. Once he saw her, he put his gun to his side, giving an exhausted sigh.*
William: Jesus, you see what I mean, Hannah? This kind of thing? This isn’t the sort of thing a kid like yourself shouldn’t get involved in. This is too much.
Hannah: Don’t say that, Will. Look, we can get you out of here.
William Can we? Is there a way out?
Hannah: Yes. Marcus and Diana both had it. I was able to save them both, and I’ll save you too
William: How heroic of you, kid, but what if this goes on forever. Are you gonna save everyone in the world?
Hannah: If I have to
William: Dear god. A good coração but not much in the head, huh? You can’t save everyone. If humans could, they would. But they just can’t, dammit.
Hannah: That’s why I have to stop the one who is responsible.
William: Yeah. If you really think you can
Hannah: It won’t be that hard now. You saw him too. He shot me, and he clearly shot you
William: Yeah, I can see that. Speaking of which, here
*He tossed Hannah a package of bandages*
William: I found them in the nurse’ office. They’re still good, thankfully.Trust me, you’ll need them
*She gave William a nod and started to apply them to her wounds. Once finished, she spoke again.*
Hannah: Were you able to get a good look at him?
William: Afraid not. It was too dark for me to see anything. I was mais worried to see if you were still alive. I thought maybe you got involved in something mais dangerous than this
Hannah: Well, there could be a connection to all of this
William: Is that so?
Hannah: There’s a man called Deetz who was able to get something guilty on Wendy. From everything I’ve seen, a person is dragged into the dreams when they experience guilt of some kind. I think that Deetz may have been finding the things that make people guilty and bringing them in here
William: But why in the hell would he want to do that?
Hannah: I intend to find out. I’ll continue to find out until these dreams are gone
William: So, does this mean you have some guilt?
Hannah: Yes. I could’ve helped Wendy, but I didn’t.
William: That it? No, you’ve been here for so long… There’s more. mais to it than that. I know it for sure.
Hannah: And what about you? What are you guilty of
William: That is none of y-
???: Dad?
*William went quiet immediately. The voice he had heard many times. The voice that he had heard for the past three days had returned. And it was right behind him this time. He turned around to see the fonte of the voice. It was a small child, wearing pure white, with his hands behind his back. The child had black hair that parted in the middle, with blue eyes. William was unable to take his eyes off the child.*
William: Joshua
*Hannah stared at the child. What this child was, was clearly not human. It was a being of the nightmares. However, the child was not threatening at all. The child was quiet, calm, and had a friendly aura about him. However, anything of the nightmares was a threat, at least, Hannah had thought so. She thought of the trio inside the bar. The trio that had never attacked her once, sometimes were helpful, if vague at times. She thought that, maybe, Joshua was one as well. William walked toward Joshua, looking at him, before being as close to him as he could, and getting down on one knee as he looked at the child. The child gave a sincere smile to William. However, Hannah’s doubt made her hold the gun in her hands tightly. She looked at Joshua, and many thoughts went through her head. She would have to make a choice, right now. There was no longer any time.*