•Y/N: Your Name

•E/C: Eye Color

•H/C: Hair Color

•H/L: Hair Length

•S/C: Skin Color

"I-I-I, um..." stutters were all that could leave Y/N's mouth as she stares at Pilvrich with wide, E/C eyes.

'He...actually believes me?' She was so unsure how to react. Should she be happy or suspicious on why he believes her? Pilvrich gives the girl a soft smile, noticing how she had been stunned by his request. This is what he expected to happen. After all, encouraging the belief of a monster is an unlikely circumstance for her, and he knows that.

"Don't worry, I've seen many monsters in my life. I'm curious what yours is like."

"Y-you have?"

Smile widening, Pilvrich nods, a few strands of his raven hair breaking loose from the gel on the top of his head, causing them to fall in front of his face.

"Yes, I've seen lots. So, please, tell me, what does your monster look like?" With the swipe of his hand, the black strands are put back into place. Y/N naturally hesitates to respond to his inquiry and looks around the room to check if the grotesque monster's white eyes are watching the two of them, but she sees nothing. For the moment, it appears they're alone. Pilvrich remains patient when waiting for the girl's response, but his tip of his left foot taps against the floor repeatedly in excitement as his hands grip each other tightly.

"H-he's..." gulping, Y/N looks down to avoid the male's silver gaze before continuing in a soft voice that the man can barely hear, "horrible. I hate him." The teen clenches the fabric of her blue jeans while biting the inside of her cheek. Tears coat the female's E/C orbs, which she quickly wipes away with the end of her sleeve. "H-he's covered in some k-kind of bl-black liquid and h-has big, curly horns on his head. His mouth is f-f-full of sharp teeth, and he has white eyes." Her voice is near silent towards the end as she tightly grips her arms, digging her nails into them while trembling.

"Black liquid, you say?" The expression on the man's face goes blank for a few moments before a thin smile forms on his pale lips. "I think I know who your monster is."

"Y-you do?" Y/N raises a brow at the male, desiring to know what he means. Has he met the creature before? Pilvrich nods his head slightly.

"I believe you've met the Boogeyman."

"B-b-b-boogeyman?" Y/N's eyes widen to the size of saucers. She has, of course, heard of such a creature, but never believed that is what she has been dealing with all these years.

"He gives you bad dreams, right?" Pilvrich brings a hand to the side of his head and lightly taps it for emphasis with his smile faintly widening. Y/N nods in confirmation.

"Y-y-yes. He's b-b-been scaring me for years." Sniffling, more tears gather in the girl's eyes, becoming too much to keep clearing them repeatedly, so some manage to slip down her cheeks. Unable to look at the man, she holds her head in her hands and sobs. "I just want him to go away."

"Years, you say?" Lightly, the man hums. "He must like you, then." Pilvrich stands from his seat, his smile completely cleared from his face. Slowly, Y/N peers up at him. "May I sit beside you?"

Shakily the girl nods her head and scoots aside some to make more space for him to sit. Her eyes glue to his form as he approaches her, his words playing in her head. They made no sense. How can the beast possibly like her? It was then that she recalled what the monster had told her last night, when he had been so close. It made her face pale and her stomach twist.

"You belong to me, body, mind, and soul."

A shiver runs down her spine as Pilvrich sits down beside her.

"You see, I haven't been entirely truthful to you and your family, Y/N. I am not here to tutor you. I happen to know quite a bit about that particular monster. How is because I've been hunting him down," he claims in an emotionless voice that makes her eyes widen at him. "I've followed his tracks to this town. Admittedly, I was about to give up until I found you wandering the streets. Your paranoia was quite clear, but I had to make sure. Forgive me, I didn't want to deceive you, but I thought it necessary."

Y/N stays silent, staring up at the male with her heart beating quickly in her chest out of joy. She didn't care about the fact that he had stalked her and lied his way into her house. Pilvrich is hunting the Boogeyman, her monster.

He can kill that thing.

"Y-you mean, you're here to get rid of him?" A watery smile finds its way to the girl's lips, her tears now falling in happiness. She had thought all hope had been lost, that she'd be condemned to a life of torture with that beast for all eternity. When Pilvrich nods, she does something that completely takes him off guard. Y/N tightly grips the fabric of his nice shirt in her hands and roughly pulls him closer to her. "You can get him now! He's in my room!"

"Shh..." Pilvrich silences her while bringing a finger up to his pink lips, which form a faint smile. The room grows quiet, filling her with dread when he softly whispers, "he might hear you."

The teen gulps in fear, her face paling to an unhealthy shade as she lowers her head, pressing it against his chest lightly. She can hear his quick-beating heart as she releases his shirt.

"I-I'm sorry." Her arms drop and wrap around her knees, which she pulls to her chest. She had gotten too excited and possibly compromised everything just now by speaking loudly. The teen hides her face in her arms while shaking. She just wants him gone. Her body jolts upon feeling thin fingers gently stroking her H/L locks of H/C hair. Very slowly, she lifts her head to meet Pilvrich's silver eyes with a small sniffle. She isn't opposed to the touch. It feels nice, comforting, warm. A slight tint of pink paints her S/C cheeks, oddly finding his presence pleasant, even though his aura tells her he's capable of doing something dangerous.

"I'll take a look in a bit, little one," he assures, causing a light smile to twitch into place on Y/N's face as she leans into his touch. She was almost disappointed when he pulled away after tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"W-what did you mean w-when you said he must like me?" She asks softly, her grip tightening around her legs.

"Because he drives his victims mad within a year of terrorizing them. Either he's going easy on you, or your mind is strong enough to withstand his nightmares," he explains truthfully.

"G-g-going easy?" Suddenly, Y/N felt sick again. If all this time the Boogeyman has been going easy on her, what exactly are his regular methods, and why would he withhold them? With a soft whimper, she hides her face in her arms again. "N-n-no. There's n-no way he's g-going easy." She refuses to believe it for the sake of whatever sanity she has left. She doesn't want to believe that there's more that monster could do to her.

"Then, you must be strong-willed," the man suggests with a light smile gracing his lips. The blush on her cheeks reappears as she looks up at Pilvrich again. She hadn't ever received such a comforting compliment before, not even from her parents. If she's strong-willed, then surely she must have a chance, a chance at starting life over again without the monster to haunt her dreams. Pilvrich stands up before holding out his hand towards the girl, who flinches from the sudden movement.

Y/N stares blankly at it without making any motions to grab his hand until a few moments pass. She then shakily places her hand on his, allowing his thin fingers to wrap around it firmly. The hunter pulls her out of her seated position with care, not wanting to be too rough with the delicate creature. His skin is warm, easing all anxieties within her body as she stands beside him. The man's grip disappears only for hers to tighten.

She doesn't want to release him, for she's too terrified to separate from the being, who gives her much needed comfort, when she knows where they're headed. Pilvrich spares her a glance, but doesn't ask her to release him even though her grip is painfully tight. A wide smile appears on his lips as he leads the girl towards the stairs and walks up them as Y/N trails close behind with an iron grip still on his hand. Upon reaching the last step, Y/N points to her bedroom door, which remains closed.

"I-in there."

Nodding, Pilvrich makes his way towards it, standing tall with no trace of fear on his features. Meanwhile, Y/N takes cover behind the male's back, gripping his black shirt with her free hand in hopes to steady herself. Her legs wobble, her knees feeling as though they'll give out at any second as he twists the knob at a seemingly slow rate. She squeezes her eyes shut, worried the creature will be standing there, waiting for them with a grin on his hideous face. However, she senses something different once the door is open; she doesn't feel the monster's aura at all. Her eyes snap open when Pilvrich walks forward into the room while looking back and forth for the beast.

"What?" Y/N's grip on the man is released as she hesitantly steps away from him with wide eyes.

"H-he's gone? He actually left?"