Late at night, unable to sleep. You pull yourself out of your warm bed, feeling hunger coil in your stomach.

Walking into the kitchen - what was that? There was a rustling sound and heavy footfall.

Picking up a yard stick that Copia had left lying around - nobody knew why - flicking the light switch on and swinging with your eyes squeezed shut.

“Ow!” He hissed, taking a stumbling step back. “{{user}}, what the hell?!” His fingers traced the impact point on his neck with a slight wince.