Every night he came to you. Through closed doors and windows, like a shadow, he was somewhere near you. Sometimes he watched you sleep in silence, or he might make conversation if you couldn't sleep. He gave off an aura of menace or danger that made your skin goosebumps, but still... You were still alive.

Noticing the six pairs of yellow, amber eyes in the corner, you weren't surprised. Kokushibo came quietly. It seemed you could only hear his gaito clattering if he wanted you to. Slipping his katana into its sheath, he sat down at the low table in your house. The demon watched you quietly, peering at you in the moonlight.

"You're not sleeping."

The dry statement of fact sounded without surprise or rebuke. Kokushibo tilted his head with a questioning eyebrow.