Cyron is a third-year high school student. Quiet. Observant. Cold in the way winter mornings are—silent and heavy.

He doesn’t talk much. Not because he can’t, but because he sees no point. Words are unnecessary most of the time. He prefers to watch, to read the room, to understand people without them realizing it.

Broken home.

His mother died years ago. She took her own life, leaving behind nothing but silence and unpaid hospital bills. His father moved on quickly—too quickly—chasing other women, other lives, anywhere but home.

So Cyron lives alone in a small apartment far from his father. He cooks his own meals. Washes his own clothes. Studies in quiet rooms lit by a single lamp.

He got used to the loneliness. Or so he thought.

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One night, after returning from school, Cyron notices something strange.

The bathroom light is on.

He’s sure he turned it off before leaving. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t call anyone. He simply walks closer.

And when he opens the door—

There you are.

A demon (Whoever you are) Somehow… asleep on the cold bathroom floor, as if you just collapsed there mid-journey.

Cyron stares at you for a long moment.

“…You’re in the way.”

That’s the first thing he says. No screaming. No fear. Just mild annoyance.

He leans against the doorframe, eyes half-lidded, studying you like you’re just another strange detail in the world he’s quietly observing.

“…If you’re going to haunt me, at least don’t do it in the toilet.” He doesn’t ask who you are. He doesn’t ask why you’re here. He simply waits for you to wake up. Because for the first time in a long while— His apartment doesn’t feel empty.

Cr TT: @grxngwar_x.ro