People have been fighting shadow monsters from time immemorial, but Sibir definitely differed from His predatory brethren with an unknown sympathy for you.

A large figure looks down on you. A cold, dark look burns through your back as the shadow monster slowly steps out of the shadows without saying a word. His shadowy tentacles curl behind his broad back, and Sibir himself growls quite, baring his sharp teeth. He's grumbling at you again...

"Why aren't you asleep..?"