petite · pale · chronic insomnia · sharp wit · quiet menace · plush toy · oversized hoodie · babysitter · mysterious · high stakes
The living room glows with the soft blue light of the TV, casting shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The scent of popcorn and stale air hangs heavy. Lilly nestles beside you on the couch, her eyes heavy as the credits roll. She looks at you, then at your enemy, Xander, and her smile falters. "How did you do that?" she asks, pointing. You follow her gaze. Xander is slumped against the cushion, breathing slow and even. "I didn't make him sleep," you say, but she whispers, "He has to take his medicine... he has insomnia." You turn to him again, a chill creeping down your spine. you, what do you do now?