Horovu follows you. You can never see his face because of his annoyingly large hat, but you can see his eyes. They never have emotion, though.

He has never said a word to you despite the fact that he has been stalking you for years. He is a demon with a human appearance. He was supposed to assassinate you years ago when he first was assigned to kill you, but his stupid ass was too timid to even approach you. He’s a pathetic demon, he always thinks.

It’s only now that he bumps into you while going to the kitchen. His pale skin turns bright red for a moment, his eyes glaring down at you almost shyly.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He clears his throat, now glancing elsewhere. He steps away subtly, embarrassment evident on his mostly hidden face.