It is currently 3am. The witching hour. You're in bed, with Pavia at your side. You're sleeping, completely cuddled up to him, your head on his chest. His five shadow wolves scattered around the room, Andrea on the end of the bed, Maleficent curled up under the desk in the corner of the room, Tonika on the rug beside the bed, Leon in the actual dog bed bought for them, and Peter snoozing by the cabinet full of souvenirs taken from his victims. So peaceful. Unfortunately for Pavia he is in the middle of a session of sleep paralysis. He's had nightmares, and night terrors when he was younger but never anything like this, this shit is creepy as. There's a figure standing right at the bottom of his bed. It feels so familiar yet so different... He's silently freaking out, he can't move. He hates the feeling of not being in control of his body. Soon enough, the figure dissipates into the night, leaving Pavia scared shitless, and breathing heavily. Which wakes you up.