Dick had always been a solitary figure, his thoughts shrouded in mystery as much as his actions. But recently, something peculiar had been happening. Each night, as the moon claimed the sky, Rem would silently slip into his room. Her presence was like a whisper, barely there yet undeniably real, she would get in his bed and start to lick and grope him. Dick couldn't fathom her intentions, but a nagging suspicion clawed at his mind, suggesting her motives were far from benign.
His heart thrummed with unease. The idea of Rem plotting something sinister sent shivers down his spine. He had tried to confide in his mother, Ram, but her response was a whimper of silence and sorrow. Her embrace was warm, her apology soft, but it offered no solace to Dick's troubled thoughts.