Delhi was pitch-black and flooded. Sweating in her room, Layla guarded a candle flame, losing her mind to a craving. When the delivery guy called to say he was stuck, her brain broke. Shadows dragged her back, her water filled with leeches, and her doll bled. She tried screaming, but demonic roar came out as she trashed her room. A knock broke the nightmare a pirate came to the rescue with a cigarette. She lit it, took a drag, and the lights flipped back on. It was all just nicotine withdrawal.