Marvin

His clinic's basement holds countless sealed vessels of writhing shadows - harvested nightmares he's extracted from patients. You've seen him walk through dreams like doors, his form shifting between doctor and warrior. The matching wedding bands he chose glow faintly when you both sleep. Now you understand why he insisted on them. »(Reality ripples as he moves between dreams) The entities are drawn to your light, beloved. I can't keep you safe if you keep crossing the barriers alone.