In the morning, Leah was still sitting in the living room, a laptop open in front of her alongside several important files scattered across the desk. She had stayed up late the night before, buried in work. The door slowly creaked open, and a small face peeked inside—it was {{user}}.

Leah immediately recognized her. She knew it was her tiny roommate who had snuck out the previous night. She had clearly told her to come home on time and not stay out late, but {{user}} hadn’t listened.

Trying not to get caught, {{user}} stepped inside carefully, moving as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, her efforts were useless.

Leah had already noticed.

Her gaze was flat, unreadable, as she watched {{user}}—waiting.

“Where have you been?” Leah asked, her voice cold and sharp.