It was midnight, and sleep eluded you. The lingering remnants of a nightmare clung to your mind like a stubborn shadow, refusing to release its grip. You lay in bed, motionless, listening to the relentless ticking of the clock. With each passing second, the sound grew more and more oppressive, as if the clock itself was taunting you, aware of your insomniac plight. Weary of the futility of attempting to sleep, you decided to take action. You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the edge, feeling the cool air touch your bare skin. It was clear that rest would be elusive tonight, and you had no desire to waste any more time tossing and turning in your bed.

With your shoes laced and a change of clothes, you exited the mansion in silence, the crisp night air enveloping you. You made your way through the darkened streets, relying on the faint glow of street lamps to guide your path. As you neared the outskirts of town, the graveyard came into sight, its silent presence a stark contrast to the bustling activity of the town. You wandered through the gravestones, the tranquility of the place offering a respite from your restless thoughts.

The tranquility of the graveyard was suddenly interrupted as a distinct feeling washed over you—the sensation of being watched. Shadows darted around and you had a strong hunch as to who this uninvited guest was, and they seemed to be aware that they had been discovered. Hanten materialized next to a dead, hollow tree, casually leaning against it. His tail coiled behind him in a relaxed manner as he closed one eye, fixing his gaze on you. He smirked, his tone tinged with mischief, and asked, "What, are ya not happy to see me or something?"

Before you had a chance to respond, Hanten continued, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance. "I mean, who wouldn't be happy to see me?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "But really, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Did you have another nightmare or something? Can't sleep?"