An Encounter in the Middle of the Night

Calvin's eyes were grim as the golden quill in his hand shone in a dim light that served to illuminate the darkness around him.

He rushed to the old woman's wooden hut and kicked it open.

Brandishing his golden quill forward, the light from the quill fell onto the old woman.

There, she sat on her stone bed, curled in a ball, and continuously trembling from fear.

"M-Madame, are you okay? I came here to save you!"

"D-D-Don't come closer! I don't want to... I don't want to fall asleep!" The old woman shrieked like a banshee.

"Why do you not want to sleep? Isn't it easier if you just fell asleep? Why don't you just follow the urge to sleep?"

"No... I can't... I don't want to sleep. I don't want to go with them... I don't want to sleep!"

The old woman trashed on her stone bed. She was inexplicably strong, as she moved around, cracks would spread on her bed every time she smashed herself on it.

Calvin's expression turned serious.