He was trapped in a box. A cold, dark, endless box of misery which would suck him in every night and release him every morning. Inside the box, he would fight the demons who would haunt and try to harm him. Demons of guilt, envy, prejudice and thousand more. All of whom were ruled by the almighty devil, who was none other than the demon of Hope. He would instill optimism in them and feed on their happiness and positivity, eventually depriving them of oxygen and killing them. Normal people knew nothing of this box. They would send him to psychiatrists who would label him as just another victim of depression. Such unaware, innocent fools they were. To tag hope's preys simply as those who died of heart attack. But they don't know anything, do they? No one does in reality. That's how this system works. Everyone is clueless, that is until they become nightly residents of Pandora. And once they do, there is no turning back. This is his story. The boy who was medically a mental freak. The boy who suffered from panic attacks, sleep apnea, sleep walking, unknowing self harm and many other conditions. However, you don't know anything. Yet. (PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS BOOK. KINDLY DON'T SKIP THROUGH IT.)