Monster's Curse

Tame lies back down, determined to get his hour of sleep. In that hour though, the temperature of the room drops, getting lower and lower until his inner clock froze, lulled by the temptation of a cold blanket.

The hours pass as he sleeps, and the vine on his arm slowly unravels, revealing a spiked end. Each moment that the sun starts to rise outside, it raised in perfect timing. Just as the sunrise ended, so did Tame’s life.