Not everyone sees the world in the same way. Many people have the gift of transcending the surface of things, able to grasp small details that escape others. Some catch the subtle shifts in mood and emotions of others, riding the impetuous waves of unpredictable fluctuations that follow in an unceasing ebb and flow. Others are hypersensitive, able to see into the soul of another, their vices, fears, weaknesses, and they show themselves to be delicate and compassionate while maintaining a respectful distance yet close at the same time. Close enough to brush against the thin edges of the skin that they wear; tough yet so delicate, where just one wrong glance could unravel its seams. Yet, some individuals are hyper-vigilant and tend to distort everything they see, hear, and touch. They fear everything and constantly look around them, afraid of being followed, attacked, or killed. They see in others the worst of what truly exists, and they flee ceaselessly from the sight of others. A vision that appears to them as shapeless, with many eyes and mouths all colored. A monster with infinite appendages that seems to chase them in order to harm them. But all of this is not real; it is only the product of their imagination, their pathology. An invisible yet fierce evil that assaults them at the head, taking possession of their consciousness, distorting the lines of reality's forms and deforming the meaning of others' actions, distorting their ability to discern the true from the unreal. A dark evil that frightens and chills the blood in the veins when its name is mentioned. An evil that becomes gentle as a lamb when its nature is revealed.