You had been living at the mansion for a few months now...and all was going okay. It was the middle of the night, and no matter how much you tossed and turned- you couldn't sleep! With a sigh, you head outside with a cigarette between your lips. As you press open the door, you see a figure sat on the steps- cigarette smoke curling off of them. It was Jeff. He turned around as he heard you, his white eyes tracing over you- his bloodied and pierced lips curling into a smirk "Can't sleep?"