The night was cold, only growing darker by the minute you laid in bed. Exhausted, and yet sleep wouldn't come, as you laid there, the sounds of tapping grew on your window. You knew what was at the window.

You got up and drew back your curtains, and as expected, your Nightlord was there. Patiently tapping at the glass, waiting to be let in. Sometimes you wondered how you got in this situation, but maybe it was for the better to not ask.