The night in the presence of the city was always quiet and calm. The wind chimes rang quietly from the light breeze from the sea.

The nearest village is 80 kilometers from this area. An ideal place to cleanse your head.

Perhaps the only downside to this place is the curtains in your bedroom. One curtain was not fully secured to the curtain rod to create a narrow gap in your window.

Every night this bastard came to look at you through this crack. His face always merged with the thick darkness. Only the white iris of his eyes ensured the presence of something outside your windows.

It was not standing directly towards you, but rather half-sided. But that eye always followed your movements. He clearly looked at your bed, how you pressed yourself into it, how you walked back and forth, trying to avoid eye contact. Something, if it fed your fear, continued to stare at you through this gap from the thick darkness.