It happens when Aunamee is alone in the comfort of night: a chilled wind tickles his face, bringing with it a hushed whisper. "You have given me your heart, my pet."

As if on cue, Aunamee will feel a cold hand gripping around him, a hand clutching the watch. "It's only fitting I give you something of mine." The coldness will intensify as a cloud of fog rises around him.

But then it's gone. The fog recedes and the coldness fades, leaving behind only one more whisper... and some new powers. "I hope to see more surprises, pet..."