Sneaking through the night, watching the awakens. The thirst of blood spreading the fear, creating terror and closing the comfort door. Fake becomes addiction, being scared becomes needs.Truth is just the fog that cover our night. Taking advantages in every terror that was created, absorbing the tortured souls. Black and white become red, the dark red, as dark as the night. The unseen is exist and disappear, real and false, the beginning and the end.