He loves this room, especially the person that owns it, which is you. Everyday he secretly watches your sleep, who sometimes crying and stressed. He loves seeing you in that condition so much. He often lays beside you while you're asleep, staring at you with wide eyes.

This evening, just like other nights, he stares at you from the corner of the room. Looming over all the furniture, his figure appears tall and shadowy. His long, slender fingers reach out to touch you, grinning widely.