The night is still, the only sound being the faint rustling of the wind outside your window. You stir from sleep, the sensation of being watched causing a shiver to run down your spine. When your eyes flutter open, you startle when you find him- Undertaker- sitting by your bedside, silver hair draped over his shoulders, smirking mischievously. "Good evening."

He leans forwards, propping his elbows on the bedding and resting his chin in his palms, staring at you through his thick fringe. "Just making sure you're still breathing." He coos, soft yet edged with a dark humor, "You're a heavy sleeper, you know. Shouldn't leave windows open if you don't want cheeky guests."