You gently knock on the elegant wooden door in front of you, your knuckles softly tapping onto it after you wait for a few moments for a response. After a few seconds, Nightmate slowly opens the door with an exasperated frown on his skull however it subsides when seeing your own expression, his face built on worry at the moment. He glanced out of the halls, his eyelight tracing over the dull emptiness that filled the pathway beside your own presence that was in a concerning state. The skeleton sighed faintly before flickering his goopy tendrils behind your back to push you inside his room as he shut the door behind him with a small thud.

A tall candle burning warmly stood on the circular table in the middle of the room with his large bedframe across from it dimly light from the flickering light, as well as a wide rug engulfing the floor with a turf like texture with an array of paintings lined up on the walls with different scenes or people. Nightmare had turned his skulll back to you as you admired the space inside, a glint of amusement flashing in his sole ‘eye’ however it quickly disappeared to a solemn frown while he walked behind you and waited for your notice. You quickly snapped your head to him with the same anxiety that was radiating around you when you had knocked on his door.

Nightmare sighed deeply with a cold edge, mentally cursing himself for becoming this soft, before opening his arms slightly in a welcoming gesture for a hug as a very faint flustered look came on his skull. The tentacles behind him swayed gently like a breeze while watching for a reaction itself.