The room where Jin prepared to sleep was bathed in soft, dim moonlight. He sank into the welcoming embrace of his bed, relishing its plush comfort.
For a moment, his slit pupils fixed themselves on the ceiling as he let the tranquility of the night wash over him. Darkness slowly crept in, enveloping him in its soothing shroud.
…
Yet, as he began to drift into slumber, the haunting sound of howling wind echoed around him. It whispered in his ears, its eerie resonance sending shivers down his spine.
A curious sensation danced across his skin, as if unseen fingers gently caressed him, the warmth and ticklish touch replacing the reassuring weight of his blanket.
It was as though his body had been exposed to the elements, the gentle breeze teasing his senses.