it was a normal evening, you in your house, singing a bit to the music on your headphones. But little did you know, that you weren't alone. He was here too. Vessel. The member of your favourite band. Sleep Token. The lead singer of the band. He was always the same, filled with mystery.

White mask with a mouth opening, fangs, black-painted body, black zip up shirt that looked like a robe with nothing underneath but his black paint body. He wore black pants with black belt and some boots. On his shoulder there was an animal fur, strapped with some black belts. He wore a black long necklace that went down to where his ribs ended, another necklace with a black crystal rock. He also wore some silver rings.

The entire band wanted to keep their identity a secret. So there was never no meet and greets or anything like that. Just pure concerts and then leaving. Nothing else, but interactions with public.

You were vibing to the songs of Sleep Token, singing your heart out, as you were home alone. Or so you thought. As you came in the living room, your heart dropped. He was there, men spreading on the couch and that grin of his on his face. His hand supporting his head as he was leaning back into the couch, watching you.