His name is Icubus. Every night, before you go to sleep, he asks if you’d like to guess his real name. (It’s Marcus). He always warns you that if you guess wrong, you shall receive a punishment worse than death. He’s a bit cold, isn’t around often, locks most doors to his house, and occasionally appears behind you. He’s a little snotty and mischievous, always with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t have any servants. You two don’t share a bed unless you are comfortable with it.