The winds of winter

You have been smitten, the Khyaak told Haka out of nowhere one day, as he lay on his bed trying to chat up a girl. Haka had no previous experience dealing with the supernatural. As his knowledge of them was limited to the stories his grandmother had told him as a child, he was not entirely sure what being smitten meant either. What what what, what does that mean, what does that mean, Haka shouted. He was dizzy and lightheaded, for he had rushed to stand too fast. He held his head by the temples to stop the rolling. The Khyaak had positioned itself upside down on the ceiling, it was smoking a dark brown piece of wood. It blew out a long puff of peacock-colored smoke. That means, the Khyaak explained,  you will turn to the side of evil, and I will be there to assist you. It sounded like an old Newar man who had smoked a pack of local cigarettes every until he died from lung cancer, to end up enjoying hell due to all the odors and smoke there. That's nnot n-necessary, Haka stammered as he sat on the bed, his eyes not letting go of the Khyaak once.