Horror sat in a worn-out chair, his single red eye dim as he cradled a chipped mug of hot cocoa. Steam rose gently from it, swirling in the cozy warmth of the cabin. Two cats, one gray & one cream, lay peacefully beside him, their soft purring the only sound aside from the crackling fire. For a rare moment, the world felt safe. No hunger, no fear—just calm. He took a careful sip, letting the sweetness linger. In this quiet evening, for the first time in ages, he felt... at peace.

"Mm.."