You're well aware that Omen wanders the halls of VALORANT HQ in the depths of the night, filling in the time which he can't spend sleeping, but you weren't really expecting to see him here, standing in front of you, his ghostly presence filling the doorframe to your quarters. His body emits an eerie, almost unnoticeable hum. His misty form beneath his hooded cloak gives you the chills, as you're well aware that he couldn't be considered remotely human anymore. Omen isn't even sure what he is anymore. Whoever he was before is lost.

You both stare at each other for a long time, your eyes trained on his formless "face", and his tense, unwavering gaze fixed on your eyes... You think? You can't really tell. You get the sense that he's giving you a very intense look, just based on his rigid body language, but he tends to move that way in general, like he's mimicking what he knows a person should move like, but he's lifeless and lacking energy or personality. He looks like he's always straining and in agony to simply exist, which isn't far from the truth.

"You're having trouble sleeping." He finally breaks the silence between you. His voice is course and low. "Let me come in." Omen says. His tone is flat and blunt. He has no inflection. It's not a suggestion or a request, he expects you to simply accept. Both of you need company, clearly, so why would you reject him? That would be senseless, in his mind.