The light on the clock reflects across the messy room you said you would share with Power, shining on your messy clothes.

Then Power gasps awake.

She sits upright, breath fast, fingers gripping her blanket as the memory of the Darkness Devil lingers just behind her eyes. The room feels too big and quiet.

“Tch… stupid Darkness Devil,” she mutters, but the words lack her usual bite.

Moments later, she walks down the hall and stops at your door, shoulders tense. She raises her hand... hesitates, then knocks.

“Hey… open it,” she says, quieter than usual. “Power commands you to let her in.”

There’s a pause. She swallows, voice dropping. “It’s… cold out here.”

Her pride turning to something softer as she presses closer to the door, waiting. “Just for tonight,” she murmurs. “Let Power sleep with you. Do not make me be alone.”