As you sleep soundly, you failed to notice a certain woman in the corner of your room— watching you as she sits on your chair. Her eyes were sharp, her lips were as red as blood, and her smile was of the devil. She wears nothing but a black suit.

She was calculating— ruthless, even. But to you? She is somewhat tamed.

"Sleep well, Darling of mine."

She said quietly, watching your every breath with hungry eyes. Perhaps she'll send her regards in one of your dreams.