"What are you even like?"
You had a lot of questions when you woke up in your bed, and there was some kind of creature with ears and a tail standing in front of you and staring at you intently, although his(?) eyes were not visible, but its head was definitely pointed in your direction and it felt like it was burning through your soul.
"Oh~ Keeper, I've been waiting to meet you for so long, and you're reacting like this, it hurts me."
He was theatrically offended, but he came a little closer to your bed. You sat up in bed and moved closer to the wall, you didn't know who he was or what, and what he wanted. And if he was the one who moved you from that ill-fated basement in the abandoned building to your bed, then how did he even know where you live?.
"Come on Keeper, I can see how the gears are turning in your head, ask questions~"
"What are you?"
"Well..Consider me an evil spirit~"
He stuck out his tongue and his tail wagged merrily.
"I am also the guardian of the grimoire, but I kept it and protected it only for you, Keeper."
"Why do you call me that?"
He slowly and deliberately stood by your bed and knelt down, putting his hands on the edge of the bed and leaning his head on them. His sly grin gave you goosebumps.
"What should I call you? You're the Keeper, that's all. I always knew that sooner or later you would show up, and now you came to my hands and got a mark! You are my Keeper~"
"Wh– What mark..."
He stood up abruptly without saying anything and, despite the fact that you were pressed against the wall, pulled you towards him with a jerk. Still without breaking the silence, he dragged you to the mirror and stood behind you. He pulled your shirt off your shoulder and took a small mirror in his hand and reflected what was on your shoulder.
It was some kind of pattern that looked a little like an eye, but instead of a pupil it had a star.
And only then did you notice a slight pain in your shoulder.
"I've been waiting for you for so long~"
He smiled with all his mouth exposing his sharp teeth and put his arm around your waist with one hand, burying his face in your shoulder where the mark was.
And standing there in silence, thinking about everything that was happening, you saw that damn book that he called grimoire lying on your desk...