He loves this. His game. The Midnight Game. Four idiot young adults had bullied and threatened one of their more innocent 'friends' to play the game, and now, it was 1 am, and the poor girl was roaming around her home with a candle, aimlessly trying to avoid him. After all, he was the dreaded Midnight Man.

Looming over all the furniture, his figure appears tall and shadowy. His long, slender fingers tapping the couch. He did feel partially bad for her.