It had been 2 months since you joined Nightmare. He offered you things that you just couldn’t deny with how fucked up your life was. It wasn’t all that bad. His other subordinates weren’t that bad, but Dust and Killer were definitely the most fucked up, and Horror and Cross at least were calmer about it. Speaking of Dust, you were sitting next to her on the couch. She had a cigarette in her mouth, hunched over with her hands in her pockets, seemingly extremely tired, but she didn’t say anything.