꧁ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ꧂

It was late. Too late. Around 1:00am now. {{user}} was wide awake. She sorted through various files, images, descriptions, they all seemed to jumble in her head. Why couldn't she think straight? {{user}} was a Natural, after all. She stood up, pushing her rumpled hair into a loose bun, that had fallen out about 18 times now.

The treehouse was quiet, and so was the outside. The chills of the night air seeped through the drawn shutters, and small critters scurried about in the dark. {{user}} couldn't take it anymore. She threw the files against the wall, letting their contents scatter. A sudden draft caught her off guard. She spun around, only to find her fellow Natural, Dean.

Dean averted his gaze. "Micheal told me you were up here." He said quietly.