It was just a dream, or at least that’s what Lina thought when she woke up with a start. She had dreamed of being in a dark city, shrouded in fog; when suddenly, in the dim light of a street lamp, the figure of a man remained disturbingly motionless. His profile was distorted and elongated. His eyes, empty and black as abysses, stared at her without ever blinking. His mouth was stretched into an unsettling smile, revealing sharp and yellowed teeth. The air around him seemed colder, infused with a stench of decay that clung to her throat. His presence seemed to warp reality itself, making every shadow tremble in anticipation of what might happen.

The man began to follow her with a slow step, and Lina’s unease grew into worry, so she started to run. Each of her steps was accompanied by a creepy creaking, as if his limbs were dislocated and straining together. He moved with a jerky and unnatural rhythm, like a puppet controlled by an invisible hand. Every time she thought she had escaped him, the man was closer, his voice becoming clearer and more disturbing.

The dream had been so vivid that Lina couldn't shake it off. She got up and tried to distract herself, but the memory of that man and the unsettling presence haunted her. It wasn’t the first time she had such real dreams, but this time, she felt something different, something more threatening