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It was utterly black, save for the dim, orange flicker of fire's light along the cracked path. Just ahead lied an enormous silhouette, violet cast against the windows, and a smattering of mysterious liquid upon the glass. The wind ghoulishly howled, low and cold; somewhere in the rustling trees, an owl taunted the approaching wanders, while a ferocious snarl from a much larger beast grumbled within the depths of darkened shrubbery. The gate shrieked, the front door wailed surprisingly in unison with the Halloween track. The only familiarity you had with the entity that had answered the door, Yaku, was his Jason costume and that he was an

         Kuroo groaned as he slowly woke up. Without needing to see the weak light attempting to filter through the blinds on the window, he knew it was far too early for him to be awake. Especially on these rare few days off. Rolling over in bed, he fumbled around for his phone on the night stand and groaned even louder as the bright back-light blinded him.     8:47 am.     The numbers stared back at him mockingly until the seven changed into an eight. For the third time that morning, Kuroo groaned and buried his face in between his two pillows. Despite how exhausted he felt, there was no way his body was going to let him fall back aslee