It was cold weekend midnight, probably not midnight but around 2 am is a perfect way to explain it. Mason was lying in bed, alone, Hypno walked around the living room as she began thinking about what to do. She hesitated for something that couldn't be described, a problem of some sort. She continued walking back and forth with her fingers playing under her chin, constantly uttering words with no sense. She felt something was bothering her during these hours, which is very common.
“So you got here first?” A voice asked while Hypno was looking forward while the voice was behind her. She slowly tilted her upward and notice the voice was very familiar. She turned around and saw a woman, sitting on the chair with an informal way of sitting, her left leg was resting on the seat while her left
