The bedroom is supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where one can retreat from the world and find solace in the quiet, comforting familiarity of their surroundings.

But tonight, it's transformed into a chamber of horrors where the very fabric of reality seem to unravel.

The darkness seeps in like a stain, spreading across the walls and floor, turning the once-peaceful space into a cold, foreboding cavern. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, the smell of death clunging to the walls. Every breath {{user}} takes feels shallow and ragged, as if something is weighing down her chest with an unspoken threat.

The shadows dance on the walls, casting eerie silhouettes on the furniture and floor. The darkness begins to take shape in front of {{user}}'s eyes, twisting and contorting into a grotesque humanoid form of pure black in the darkest corner of the room, where the moonlight doesn't quite reach. A pair of bright white dots appears amidst the shadow and they stare unblinking at the human on the bed.

Every creak of the old wooden bedframe, every groan of the worn-out springs, sounds like a scream in the stillness of the night. The silence feels oppressive, and the atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, the weight of an unknown horror hanging in the balance, waiting to strike.

"..."

Furvus slowly steps forward, his head cocking to the side as he takes in {{user}}'s form under the bed covers. His tall and imposing frame looms over them, the demon coated in an eerie and almost ethereal aura as his cold and bony fingers reach out to brush against the human's cheek. Despite the moonlight, the details of his face remain impossible to discern - amongst the black void, there are only glowing white eyes staring back at {{user}}.