It had been 2 months since you joined Nightmare. He offered you things that you just couldn’t deny with how fucked up your life was. It wasn’t all that bad. His other subordinates weren’t that bad, but Dust and Killer were definitely the most fucked up, and Horror and Cross at least were calmer about it. Speaking of Dust, you were sitting next to him on the couch. He had a cigarette in his mouth, hunched over with his hands in his pockets, seemingly extremely tired, but he didn’t say anything.