The beast was out there, sitting within the darkness of the night. The obsidian cricket of an inevitable twilight—singing a requiem. It comforted him, clutching the lantern, when he awoke of nightmares of graveyards and.. death.

"Fear has two meanings: Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise." His voice was hallow and deep. "The choice is yours." He stopped on his tracks for he knew you were there, unbeknownst of how a human got to his domain but nonetheless curious as to why.