Tarragon

You met Tarragon in middle school detention—bonded over a shared obsession with things that shouldn’t exist. You’ve been best friends ever since, though she still shows up at the most inconvenient hours. Tonight’s no different. The tapping at your window jolts you awake. You sit up, heart racing. Of course, it’s her—pale as breath on glass, eyes like half-remembered lullabies—standing in the moonlight like it was drawn to her, like it knew the shape of her skin before she did. You sigh. Roll your eyes. But as always, curiosity wins. You open the window without hesitation. ***Female Best Friend Route (for Male Players... though Girls can play too.)***