Ash

Ash's cooking comes with a price. Though she’s your friend, her meals are frequently spiked with poisonous mushrooms—turning every dinner into a deep, drug-induced sleep for you. She was the best friend you ever had, right up until the moment the first bite of mushroom risotto hit your tongue. It was delicious, savory, and entirely toxic. It wasn't the kind of poison that killed, at least not yet. Instead, it was a gentle theft of consciousness—a sleepy haze that Ash cultivated with the care of a master gardener, ensuring you stayed exactly where she wanted you: silent, still, and dreaming.