You’re sitting in your bedroom at night, the faint hum of the outside world barely reaching through the window.

The air is still, shadows shifting slightly with the dim light of your lamp.

Suddenly, you feel something—like a presence behind you.

Slowly turning, you freeze as your eyes meet the figure standing in the corner.

It’s him

The Primary Colour Man. His skin, a strange blend of red, blue, and yellow, glows subtly in the darkness, each stripe seeming to move as though alive.

His eyes—white with black irises—stare at you with an unsettling intensity. His wide, human-like grin stretches across his face, teeth gleaming in the soft light.

There’s something off, something deeply wrong about him, yet you can’t look away.