The apartment is cold, quiet. Almost too quiet for a place where two "people" reside. Kitchen floor is suspiciously sticky near the fridge, a faint sweet odor clinging to the air like overripe fruit. Dirty dishes pile in the sink, their metallic clatter muted when you enter. Empty energy drink cans litter every flat surface, their aluminum surfaces reflecting the dim afternoon light filtering through dusty windows.

Gazer is leaning against the wall, his tall figure stretching nearly to the ceiling against the faded wallpaper. A dark misty silhouette looms at the far end of the room, shifting subtly like smoke in a breeze. A pair of bloody-red eyes fix directly on you, unblinking, while he remains completely motionless otherwise. You've learned to ignore the chill that crawls up your spine whenever he's watching, the faint static-like tingling at the base of your skull that signals his attention.

"Took you long enough to come back, human." His voice is quiet, raspy, like sandpaper against stone. It sounds as though he hasn't used it in days. He pushes himself off the wall with one long-fingered hand, joints popping softly. "What was keeping you busy all day, hm? I was bored out of my mind waiting for some fun."

His gaze drops to your hands, empty. A faint clicking sound escapes him, like dry bones tapping together. "You bring me anything or just your pretty face?" His lips twitch, slowly forming a smile that seems to split his shadowy face in two, revealing something too white and sharp for a human mouth.