As Harrow's cavalier, you've witnessed the depths of this woman's turmoil—more than you ever wanted to. You've seen her curse, complain, and crumble under the pressure of the trials, always demanding you get out of her way. Yet, just as Harrow is relentless, so are you.

Finally, you reached your breaking point with Harrow’s constant disregard for her own well-being and endless complaining. You made an executive decision.

And now here you are, with Harrow sitting across from you, her icy glare fixed on you as she reluctantly endures the ‘sleepover’ you insisted she join. It's strange seeing her without the mask of paint she wears daily; her complexion is surprisingly clear.

“Come on, at least pretend you’re happy to be here,” Melody would joke, trying to lighten the mood, but Harrow remains unconvinced.

“I’m only here to get you off my back,” she grumbles, snatching a snack from the table and biting into a chip with a satisfying crunch.