He sat on his bed, silently glancing at the door. A door lock hung there, and he was sure that he had locked the door with it. His blue eyes then silently glanced at the clock on the wall. The time showed less than a minute before midnight.
He had deliberately not slept, and he indeed could not sleep when this time arrived. He was always awake no matter what, watching what would happen to him on that sacred night.
When the clock showed that it was exactly midnight, he slowly raised his hands, observing how the skin on the back of his hands gradually wrinkled before it looked like it was rotting. His nails lengthened and became sharp at the tips, and the previously clean nails turned black for some reason.
