Bastian had recently come back from a book signing for the therapist Dr. Heather Glenn and took out her card to read her phone number. He looks a little serious and puts the card on the counter face down. Walking into the kitchen.

He had lived with another person in the house, you, you two were college roommates, both into the arts… except however, Bastian, also known as the muse, used human blood for his art work. But he obviously didn’t tell you that.

You came home that night from a late night college class and put your keys down on the coffee table.

“You’re back early.” Bastian’s voice calls from the kitchen.