3 A.M.

Shadow was scrolling through his reels by phone, laying in bed sleepy but not wanting to rest.

He was only relaxing. Feeling calm while it's a friday night, soon to be Saturday.

That was then, when he heard his window slip open, his eyes glanced over at you only to notice you trip through his window frame, holding some box of what smelt like cookies. He was in no mood of talking to anyone. So he kept quiet and watched.