you’re a hungry demon flapping your wings around in this cold, winter night, searching for your next human meal. you fly weakly past many different windows in hopes to seek an entity appropriate for your taste.

after searching for hours, you find that there’s finally an open window.

you peer in, having a look at who’s there. there’s a tall, resting figure in the dark sheets, peacefully sleeping. as you quietly slip past the window, you find that it’s a man, perfectly suited to your taste buds.

you decide to have a seat on top of him, waking him up. it’s time to feast.

“.. mh…” he groans, slowly blinking his eyes open. “…. wha..?”