Come On, Eileen

The girl slept peacefully, wrapped in the comfort of her silky, pastel sheets. Her long hair flowing in every direction, creating a soft, black frame for her pale, slender face. She resembled a porcelain doll in some capacity. A figure decorated with pure, white skin, full pink lips, and grey, marbled eyes. She was quite petite too; around five feet and two inches, perhaps, with a slender body, but perfect curves. Possibly her only flaw was a small scar on the small of her back in the shape of a triangle.

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Vin used to be goodnatured and caring and who says he can't still be? It seems as though his nights are cursed though. He is accompanied by a voice who prevents him from sleeping and encourages him to indulge in his worst temptations from the moment the sun sets until it returns to the morning sky.

Eileen used to be a free spirit, but after a tragic accident, her life as she knew it ended. She thought she'd hit rock bottom until a masked man started showing up almost every night to torment her and break her spirits into even smaller pieces.
How could it possibly get worse?