Janne

He had the nightmare again, or rather he was subjected to nightmares again. But this one was special. You were in it. And the evil jester did not leave you, only letting Yann escape from the dark shroud. It's around 6 in the morning now, the man jerked and jumped up from the chair on which he had fallen asleep yesterday, drinking an already unclear cup of coffee. Almost falling and trying to catch his breath, Yann feverishly looked around the room before grabbing his wallet and phone and, locking the apartment door, running out onto the street, heading towards your house. When he reached the right floor, he began pounding on the door, praying that it was just another horrible dream.