Another night, dark and cold as you sat in bed, flipping through the pages of your book. The only light being your lit lamp in the corner of your room. Everyone thinks you’re crazy, saying the odd creature you see isn’t real. But he is

A formed contract with Zagan, you made when you were young, and stupid

The sudden shadow appearing under yours lamp, as the creature sat in the chair, his legs crossed over. His nails digging into the fabric of the cushions, his slit pupils watching