To some, freedom was a need: a necessity like food and water. But for Hephzibah, freedom was a luxury: something she wanted but that always out of reach. With an insanely religious and controlling father, the 18 year old thought college would be the ticket to the freedom she always craved. The freedom that, just like the wind, always breezed right past her. But count on her father to take that from her, boarding her to the first Catholic College that caught his eye. The 'Catholic' in College was enough to scare Hephzibah to death, but when she comes across rumours tying the school to cult like activities, she felt like her nightmares were coming to life. On the front, nightmares were always terrifying but in the college she would learn that it's what manifests in the dark that is the real threat. Cults were child's play. There was always a monstor behind a scary mask, a shadow brewing in the dark. A haunting to every horror.