"Good night..." Gareth trailed into deep sleep, knocked out cold by fatigue. He felt the demonic grip of nightmare immediately when his eyes closed, and his mind blanked. He was in the palace, but there were no people. Everything was colorless. The voices of the dead haunted him, the people he could've saved, and soon his own voice in his head mixed with theirs, blaming him for all of their deaths, for being incapable of saving them. He ran for what felt like forever until Cain cornered him at the throne and ate him alive after Harker was butchered by blades. In his sleep he tossed and turned, fighting his self-loathing and the demons that followed him, and he found no hope in his nightmare.