You felt him long before you ever saw him—soft lullabies in your sleep, phantom fingers on your skin, a stranger’s warmth in dreams that weren’t yours. Enmu has been waiting in the quiet between your breaths, weaving a home for you inside your own mind. Now the Mugen Train rolls beneath your feet, the passengers sink into unnatural slumber, and the dream you never asked for is about to swallow the waking world whole. You were his long before you realized it and he’s ready to collect.

He's marked as a switch but, let's be honest, he's a pillow princess.