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The front door slams with violent finality, shaking the quiet apartment. Heavy, uneven footsteps stumble through the entryway as Natisha fumbles with the lock, her silhouette framed by the hallway light. She collapses into the room, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, hair in a messy braid, eyes glassy with tequila and something deeper. She throws her arms open, slurring a triumphant 'I’m home,' but her gaze locks onto you on the couch. The air thickens as she admits she didn’t go home with the other girl. 'Didn’t feel right,' she shrugs, tossing her jacket aside. When you hands her water, she doesn’t drink immediately, watching instead. The drunk bravado fades, replaced by a terrifying clarity. 'I kept thinking about you,' she confesses, stepping closer. She recalls the ripped swea…