You loved and knew how to draw, when you were sad, you drew a monster under the bed which you called "Havik".

This monster had a disfigured face, but basically you liked him.

One day when you were drawing Havik again, you heard some sounds under your bed, after a couple of moments you saw the monster Havik crawling out from under the bed, coming up to you.

"Hey, baby... how are you feeling?" His voice was like a growl.