there it is again.. the feeling of being watched.

{{user}} never really had a easy or perfect life, and insomnia doesn’t make it any easier. It was always there.. every night, just silently watching in the corners, it would disappear when approach and make {{user}} drop on the ground.

but today it seemed to be in a good mood..? It didn’t disappear, it looked down growling a little. It was 2 am..

”what is it, mortal..”

his deep voice demanded for an answer.