The darkness lingering outside seemed so foreboding, so dangerous; and it felt as though if any door or window was opened even a little that it would all seep in. Despite such a thought, somehow she couldn't look away from the window. It felt surprisingly calming to peer into the inky night, only a thin, fragile barrier separating her and the others from the darkness' grasp.
The leader began to think about the member who traversed the darkness, night after night, but always managed to return, seemingly unscathed. How could that be possible? Spending such time in unforgiving twilight surely must have taken its toll, whether it showed or not. The blackness may not have ensnared him completely, but it was slowly eating away at him. It worried her, and it worried her more that he hid it all behind a smile so easily.
Before her thoughts could delve any further, the sound of the front door opening distracted her. Unsure of whether or not to turn her head and see who was letting the darkness in, she continued to stare into the abyss. There was only one person it really could be, anyway. The one that harbors the darkness and lets it feed off of him. The one always wearing a mask.
