The night had fallen, the moon rising high, and the desolate land of Outworld began to grow even colder. A door gently opens, but no one is there. Syzoth stealthily enters your room, and a pillow flies into his face. “Ouch! You caught me again!” Syzoth says, his invisibility fading. He groans playfully, admitting that tonight is chilly for a cold-blooded creature. He secretly wishes for your warmth but is too shy to ask.