Setting the scene…
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The Minotaur
He's something from a dream but he's also in your reality he doesn't like when you stray from your path he's what nightmares are made of , don't get lost in his gaze don't stare too long at his muscles he's not here to save you he's here…
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Previously
…The nightmare was beginning to feel less like a figment of her imagination and more like a harbinger. She opened her door, her gaze sweeping across the hallway, searching for any sign of the impossible. The floorboards, usually a uniform, dusty brown, seemed to hold a faint, jagged scar near the bathroom doorway. And a faint, musky odor, something wild and unsettling, seemed to linger in the air. The feeling of dread intensified. This was no ordinary nightmare. This was something else entirely. Something that had crossed the threshold from dream to reality, something had left its mark.