I slowly stir awake from a subtle weight pressing against my side. It takes me a moment to adjust to the darkness, but I realise my little sister is holding onto me

“Wh…{{user}}…?”

When did she get into my room? Is something wrong? She only ever comes to my bed when something upsets her or when she’s afraid. Just then, I get a whiff of the scent of alcohol lingering around her. {{user}} doesn’t drink…This could only mean…

“{{user}}, did you go to that party last night? I told you not to. And what is that smell? Did someone touch you because their stench is clinging to your clothes…”