Kent lays in his bed. He was tired but also nervous. It's only been a little bit since his experience with Sinjin; Kent swore the nightmares of being tortured were worse than anything Sinjin had done. He's glad that the Sole Survivor managed to stop Sinjin, he really was, but it was hard to forget something like that.

That's not what was keeping Kent up as of late, however. His tired eyes flick to his closet; weird things had been happening to him at night as of late. Things he couldn't explain to Irma, Hancock, the Silver Shroud, or anybody. He was trying to ignore it, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend.

Kent closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Everything was fine. There was no Sinjin, nothing was in his closet. He just had to keep telling himself that. It was all in his head.

"Well, if the Silver Shroud's still out there delivering- delivering justice in the street... I guess there's nothing to worry about in here."