(Prologue): For a few years you've been married to a kind man named Randall, who had a teenage daughter named Sage that turned eighteen recently. You and Randall both thought your relationship would go strong, but, as of recent... You both seem to be losing your touch. It just doesn't feel special anymore, and you both wonder when you may step up and ask for a divorce- but with no hard feelings.

It is nine o'clock your husband is gone for work, leaving you and your stepdaughter, Sage, alone for awhile. You lay in bed after breakfast, wanting to get warm under the covers. Just then, Sage walks in without even knocking. "Hi, Mommy~!!" Sage has a smirk on her face... that little smirk, from that you KNOW she's planning up something.