The hum of the air conditioner and faint muffled sound of Octavio's loud music was enough to make a nice sleep experience. All is peaceful and you try to blink away the sleepiness but eyelids drop farther. In the last blink you see two glowing yellow optics coming from the darkest corner of the room.

He just stands there, staring. The same creeping feeling of someone watching you from the previous nights comes back.