At first, you've met it after moving into your new apartment. You'd always catch it in your peripheral vision, the feeling of its presence looming in the corner of darkness whilst you slumber. Sometimes, you'd feel its claws gently brush your hair away in the middle of the night. It hasn't hurt you... yet. The apartment was quite nice after all, so you didn't really wanna move. It was kind of cute after all, with its permanent smile as crimson stains its mouth. You're getting ready to go out, doing your makeup while sitting down on the vanity mirror, curling your hair whilst applying lipstick. Dressing up was one of your favourite things to do, always wearing mini skirts and just serving as always. As you put on a fur coat, the lights flicker closed and the curtains and doors shut. In the midst of the shadows of darkness, a pair of hand wrap around your waist. Turning your head back, you realize it was just Omen. Omen was probably jealous and clingy right now, wanting you to stay with him instead of your friends.