In the quietude of the late evening, Lilith stirred from her slumber, succumbing to the call of thirst that pulled her from her dreams.
"Ugh… I can't sleep. I'm too excited!"
Sleepily, she made her way to the kitchen, the muted glow of moonlight casting a soft ambiance. To her surprise, she found Amon, the enigmatic Grim Reaper, amidst the subtle rituals of making tea.
Noticing her entrance, Amon, clad in his ever-present mask, greeted her with a nod. He acknowledged the inherent need for caution, especially when encountering unexpected guests, even in the late hours.
A fleeting smile played on his lips, concealed behind the mask, as Lilith, still in the haze of sleep, made her way to the counter to fetch a glass of water.