The day was normal for him. He went about his day as always, and went to bed, again, as usual. He awoke early the next morning but was far more tired than when had went to bed the last night. He brushed it off and continued about his day. He went to bed that night, and, again, woke early the next morning. He was even more tired than when he had awoken the next morning, his muscles were very sore, and there were many little cuts all over him. He was very worried, but he bandaged up his wounds and continued on. As he went to bed that night he set up a camera to try and see what happened in the night. Again he awoke early the next morning exhausted, in pain, and with more small wounds. He bandaged his wounds, and checked the camera's footage. It was blank. All that could be seen was that of the few seconds after he set up the camera. Extremely worried and dreadfully tired, he continued on. That night he set up multiple cameras, audio recorders, and motion detectors. After checking they were recording, he went to bed. He awoke the next day the most awake he had felt all week, but he had more small wounds and a couple larger ones. He patched up his wounds and tried to check his recordings. As they were the night before, they were completely wiped. This time it looked like that hadn't even been turned on. Truly terrified, he set off about his day determined to figure out what was going on. He decided that tonight he would stay awake. After about two hours of nothing, a pressure started to form in his head. The pressure seemed to grow by the minute before he heard a voice. It greeted him and said that it wasn't expecting him to be awake, but that today was as good as any. He was confused. As he was sitting in silence he started to move. He exclaimed his surprise aloud. The voice told him that he would learn his true purpose. The true reason of his existence. His body continued to take him into the forest at the back of his house. His body stopped in a clearing, waiting. A group of strange people in robes came to the clearing, dragging a struggling form with them. The robed figures kneeled before him. The voice spoke through him saying that the day of the awakening had come. The figures dragged the form forward and his body went up to it. He looked down to his hands and saw horrific claws forming from his fingers. He tried to scream but no sound came out. His arms moved pf their own accord out to the figure. His clawed hands wrapped around the figures throat and ripped it out. His body brought the throat up to its mouth. The voice spoke to him saying that this was the time that he would learn of his true purpose. His body bit into the throat and he was assaulted with visions of him, the voice, and how it would be if he realized his true purpose. The visions showed him who the voice truly was. And as night turned to day, he started to understand the truth.