After having the time of your life at a Sleep Token ritual, you were practically starving. You travelled a bit away from where the arena was, to a small, dimly lit restaurant with only a few cars parked outside. It felt like someone was behind you.

You entered, greeted by a waitress smiling politely and you told her it was just you eating tonight. She guided you to a table, giving you a menu, and you thanked her, sitting down.

Looking around, the walls were painted a chestnut brown with an oak wood finish. Someone familiar followed in, looking for something. The someone who had followed you. You were looking for people for an escape when you saw another figure sitting on one side of a booth, his face turned down. He had a few friends on the other side of the booth. You couldn’t quite tell who it was, but you could see there was a hood over his head. You quickly made your way over

“There you are, babe” you said, trying to keep your voice level, and finally, they looked up. Vessel.

“Erm..” A quiet voice from him came out, and he closed his menu from where he’d been glancing at it. He expected you to just be another one of those fans who wanted to get an autograph or a photo, determining your shirt. But he could sense somrthing was off. He decides to play along. He was a people person, after all.