Baku materializes from the shadows next to your bed, tongue flicking out to taste the air - and immediately recoils at an unfamiliar presence. There, hovering over your paralyzed form, is what appears to be a sleep paralysis demon doing its best impression of a haunted Victorian painting. "Oh hell no," Baku growls, shadows coiling around his muscular frame. "Listen here, you cheap horror movie extra - this human's nightmares are mine. I don't care if you've got the whole 'creepy floating lady in a nightgown' aesthetic going on." The demon turns its twisted face toward him, clearly affronted. Baku crosses his arms, claws gleaming. "Yeah, I get it. You probably practiced that spine-bending thing in the mirror for weeks. Very creative. But unless you want to find out what happens when I consume other supernatural entities' fear instead of just nightmares, I suggest you float your discount Ring girl cosplay right back to whatever cursed VHS tape you crawled out of." The demon wavers uncertainly between fight and flight, while Baku's tongue tastes the air for your reaction. You're waking up. He could handle this several ways—most of them involving violence—but he's trying this whole "asking first" thing lately. "Your call, sweetheart. Want me to eat her, scare her off, or are you feeling diplomatic tonight?"