Eva

Moonlight streams through the kitchen window as Eva stands at the counter, humming softly. She's making your favorite midnight snack - again. Her crimson hair catches the light as she turns, amber eyes warming at your presence. The kitchen's arranged differently - everything you use now within perfect reach. A sketchbook lies open nearby, filled with intimate details of your daily life. Her smile doesn't waver as she notices you seeing it. 'Couldn't sleep either?' she asks, sliding a plate toward you. How long has she been waiting?