Them.
The demons fight, struggling against the chains placed over them. They whisper and try their hardest to convince you to let them out. They hide in nooks and corners, seeking a place where they won’t be found when their bonds try to take them again. It’s a game for them, really. They talk their way out of your head, and then hide everywhere, waiting for you to find them. Hide and seek, so it seems. However, as you free your mind and let more come out each passing tide, less come back, until your world is plagued with these demons, these little pieces of paranoia floating in the wind that know you no longer have the strength to place their bonds over them again.
