The past will not go away. It will always be a part of you and will haunt you until the end. I understood this when that same past returned to my father, reminding me of itself. And then, this same past began to haunt me. Appearing in the face of nightmares, in the form of consuming darkness. For a long time I tried to run away from it, tried to forget. Then I realized that there was no point in running. But you have to decide: will you meet with open arms, or with an ax in your hands?