In a world that has been woven with our ow

Live Incubi that haunt us, cause us to shriek and moan.

The story-tellers fight them, but sometimes their too much,

The people haunted by Incubi are within a very tight clutch.

Including a man so disfigured by shame,

His entry was so painful, he forgot his name,

So he has a new one, simple and small.

Little does he know, he's a key part of his fall,

Or maybe it's 'was a key part', it's pretty hard to say

When a day can feels like 1,000 years, and 1,000 years can feel like a day.

So much pain was the cause of his suicide.

Who is the anti-hero that uses rags to hide?