NiGHTS: Children of Dreams Samuel Parker

I remember my father. His name was Leroy. He and I used to play a lot of games from all ovthe world. Especially Go, from Japan. We played every day after school. But then that day came. He never came through that door. I saw his face on the news. He was killed in a car wreck. I shut myself out of society from that day forward, feeling their mocking laughs running down my neck every time I went out. I even saw it when I went to sleep.

Then there was that night. When the monsters in my dreams fled from a brilliant light that just cut through the shadows.