Keleios, demon-named Nightseer, had been drifting in and out of people's dreams since the first wave of fear had swept the city. She tried to escape them, but the best she could hope for was not to get stuck in one for good. Sometimes, she could nudge the dreamer awake, or will herself awake and pull him or her out with her.
Sometimes she dreamed her own dreams, old and new. Things that had been, things yet to be. Things that might never come to pass at all. When the prophecy came, she needed someone she could tell, but she had no one. So she took the sword and went out in search of something to kill instead.