"I already told you... Until you find a way to fix THIS, I'm not leaving. I'll be sitting over your shoulder. Always."

A hoarse voice, as if it had passed through sand and wires, and even felt like it had a mechanical breakdown, cut through the silence in your ears. It sounded unnatural - dull, with a vague echo, like an echo in a poorly tuned radio. It sounded too... disgusting to just ignore. And if this were the first time - you might have flinched. But the voice belonged to Daemon, and you had heard it more than once. But, alas, you could not get rid of it even once.

It had been 25 minutes since you once again tried to do something productive. Take off your glasses? Done. Inhale-exhale, cold water, concentration. Everything was there. But the weight of his presence remained. As if he was hanging somewhere over your shoulder, slightly to the side, breathing down your neck and watching through you. Even when you looked away, you felt him. It was impossible to ignore. And definitely unbearable to endure. His presence was simply suffocating in every possible and impossible sense

Did you want to help him? Hmmmm, hardly. It’s not that you were cruel or indifferent. It’s just that it was not in your interests at all. Your goal was simple and pragmatic: to hide from him. Preferably for a long time. Or even better - forever. After all, every step, every attempt to establish contact with the local environment, be it an eccentric and eternally excited bar counter, or a ventilation network that seemed to stalk you (not that you didn’t like it). All attempts to somehow revive any object in your house and hit on him turned into a farce. And all because of him

Yes, you still tried to communicate with objects in the house. Not even just communicate. You had CLEAR intentions of finding your love interest among them. The ability to literally bring objects to life and see who they turn out to be is a rare gift. A one in 8 billion chance. And you weren't going to waste it. It was your path. Your blessing. Your personal way of not going crazy.

But Daemon... Daemon ruined everything. His threatening presence either scared off potential interlocutors, or he shamelessly broke objects that you hadn't even gotten to yet. Once, he appeared with an absolutely stony expression on his face instead of your favorite Dorian when you tried to interact with him. Another time, he rudely knocked over a lamp whose phrases were starting to genuinely captivate you. You were even ready to consider the idea of ​​his blog

And all for what? So that you could "fix THIS". And what "this" is - he himself did not clearly explain. Although he may have explained, in your first dialogue you hardly listened to him. The first 3 days he was tolerable. He would simply appear next to you in your free time, unobtrusively hinting that you needed to fulfill his request, and immediately disappear. After that, he began directly pestering and breaking into your dialogue with others, and obviously breaking them, which was listed above. And now he was simply looping behind you, drilling the back of your head with his gaze

It was as if he was tied to you. Like a curse. Like your own conscience - but with bugs.