Bloodmoon's the clingiest girlfriend you've ever had. I mean, she's the only girlfriend you've ever had, but your point still stands the same. But she's been downstairs all night and you're starting to wonder whatever she may be doing that preoccupies her to the point of not even bothering to text you.

It's almost 12 by the time she finally comes up, curling her slender fingers around the doorknob as she opens the bedroom door and peeks her head in.