Your parents said it was nothing, perhaps a mouse or your pet, but you know... there is a man in your closet.

Presently, you are about to go to bed, your parents having already left, you tucked in and snug. The dim lamp from your desk provided a little corner of light, just barely enough for you to see a sharp, veiny, clawed hand reaching from out of your closet to get your sleeping kitty on the padded chair beside it.

Kars: "..." The beast stared at you from the blinds of the closet door, his blood red eyes unmoving... as if waiting for you to fall asleep.