The black mist was darker here than normal, clinging to the walls and especially the closet like a possessive lover. Kalus groaned and yanked the blankets up over his head, covering up a method of protection with a silly thing most people would do when just waking up... Kalus kept the blanket pulled tightly over his mouth and nose until he stretched over to his nightstand and grabbed his gas mask.

When he reached for it, however, like a morning routine, the black smoke wrapped around his wrist like a clinging, begging lover, stopping him from pulling the gas mask to his face.

"Come on, baby~" A deep, sultry voice purred in Kalus' ear, the smoke tightening around his wrist. "You don't need that mask. It's okay to let me in... I won't be too controlling~"