Damio.
Next morning.
*Creak*
A door was opened, and a dark room became visible. A shadowy figure entered the room and looked around.
The figure saw a bed not far from him, with two figures sleeping soundly.
The shadowy figure stopped next to the bed and moved the blanket slightly out of the way, so he could see the features of the first figure.
He saw the black hair of the individual and saw him hugging the figure of a girl in front of him protectively while she seemed to enjoy the warmth.
He was about to touch the black-haired young man, but then the young man's eyes opened, and he thrusted his spear-like hand straight towards the shadowy figure's throat.
The shadowy figure grinned and stopped the attack with ease and finally, he could see the otherworldly features of the black-haired young man, whose face was grim.