[Jevan perspective]
I lay on the bed in Vensen's bedroom while he was sprawled out on the worn out couch. Beside me Timaeus was sound asleep. As for me, as usual, sleep refused to come anywhere near me. That cursed mask hadn't just driven away those annoying spirits, it had driven away sleep from my life as well.
Damn that idiot, the original Jevan. He should have mentioned this in the downside clauses too. I'd thought I could finally get a little rest.
I stared at the ceiling for hours in silence. Unfortunately it looked like Vensen hadn't slept either.
"Are you awake?"
"No."
"I know you're awake."
"Then why ask?"
"I have a question."
"Didn't we finish that silly Q&A part?"
"I have another question."
I muttered,
"Ask."
"Are you really that masked man people whisper about?"
"Rumours? What rumours?"
"Forget it."
"No, no… tell me, what kind of rumours?"
"I don't know… a masked monster that eats human flesh. It appears to people at midnight if they're walking alone."
