Deimos remains standing in front of Allison, a smile still printed on his face as the light he is emitting slowly begins to die down and the only thing illuminating the room is the light from the bathroom.
"Hi..." Allison mumbles as she eyes him carefully, still not being used to him appearing and disappearing in front of her whenever he wants.
"How... are you able to appear to me when I call to you or when I'm thinking about you?" Allison questions, still not knowing exactly what Deimos is because as far as she knows, Werewolves or 'Viraai' according to Deimos, do not possess such extraordinary abilities.
"We are... linked, I am always connected to you..." Deimos says and Allison feels a little creeped out by his statement, keeping her distance from him as she continues to stare at him
