[ Brows raise at his musings, voiced aloud. She should probably leave him to his thoughts, the question sounding more moot than a disputable point upon his lips, but the night, the darkness is something she’s well-acquainted with. Too much so actually. ]

                                              ❝Haven’t you heard?                         — The night is supposed to be unsafe.❞

    [ Her words are spoken lightly, but she hopes he takes heed in them, for the night is dangerous, it’s when monsters feel safer, being hidden beneath the cloak of the darkness. ]

      { he shouldn't have even liked the dark. because at night was when the other part of him took over, the part that wasn't really him at all, but another person, who decided to hitch a ride in his body for the hell of it. but it was nicer. quieter.

                    not to mention the fact that, if anyone were to so much as pose a threat to him, that other side would take over; not because his possessor actually cared for him ---- jack the ripper just didn't want his host to be killed, because he'd no longer have his fun. }

                                      ❝Well, I guess so, but...                                             I've never really been afraid of the dark.❞

          ❝——It’s a long story…..and trust me, you wouldn’t like it.                                                    ——-Your name is?❞

                  ❝wait ------ why did people even choose to be awake during the day?                        like, why didn't they just choose to do shit when the moon's out?❞

                  ❝i, uh ------ you didn't see that.❞