Laying motionless wrapped up in the covers of his bed the crimson Knightfall begins to twitch his hands clawing at some invisible specter in his mind. Calling out into the night his mumbled cries for help as he wrestles with the duvet and the demon in the dark. Sitting up as he woke he could hear the last words of his dream still lingering at the back of his mind as he repeated them over and over
"We are coming"
Walking over to the mirror Cassius looks at his face, it was the face of a man who needed more sleep. But since that day he "died" he wasn't sleeping well his mind was drowning in a sea of thoughts, visions of ghostly retributions trying to claim his soul. His dreams a mix of torturous assaults on his body and attacks on that which he held most dear his newly found family. A slideshow flashing these horrific sights across his waking eyes as his vision begins to clear and the dreams fade back into the darkest corners of his mind.
Walking to the kitchen Cassius pours himself a tea and reaches for his phone his hand hovering over the button to call for a second due to the nature of the hour.
It rings, and again "Quintus its Cassius we need to talk. It sounds messed up but i think we are being targeted well that or i am going mad. Been having these dreams since i came back. Dark dreams and they concern the family. You free to meet?"