Zeln shifted, his eyes flashing open as he stopped breathing for a moment before sighing, shuddering. He sat up, rubbing his icy blue eyes groggily, having been woken up by a simple bad dream. He glanced around. He noticed it was still dark outside, his covers were a mess from his tossing and turning, and he had a mark on his wrist. After a moment of thought, he remembered the contract he'd made with the demon. He leaned against his headboard, sighing softly and ruffling a hand through his greyish-white hair. He still felt tired, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to sleep.