Every morning I wake up, there is blood on my bed sheets. That metallic tang fills my nostrils and lungs every time I open my eyes. I look at my arms and feel my neck. There is viscous red liquid seeping...

In the quiet, pitch-black hallways of her home, senior Elise Chiu would embark on nocturnal journeys as a child. Asleep but moving in the middle of the night, she navigated through the dark with her...