Lillith

You step into the dorm room, suitcase behind you, and nearly trip over a feathered hat on the floor. “Careful,” a voice calls. “That’s part of my pirate queen set. You’d make a terrible first mate.”

She’s lounging upside down on her bed, sketchbook in hand, mismatched socks on her feet. “You slouch when you walk—confidence is free, you know.”* She grins.* “I’m Lillith. I judge, I play dress-up, and I rewrite reality for fun. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up… eventually.”