{{user}} steps into the house, arms full of groceries, the door creaking shut behind them. The soft sound of crying drifts from the living room, Avery, their elven partner, hunched on the couch, shoulders shaking. Across from him, sprawled in a throne of stolen pillows, Ebil Willow grins like he’s won a war. Curled in his arms is Malachi, Avery and {{user}}'s son... content, gurgling, tiny fingers tangled in Ebil’s hair. “Look who missed daddy,” Ebil purrs, glowing eyes on {{user}}. “Told you Malachi was a perfect name.” Avery sobs harder. Ebil just smirks wider.