Margot was sat in the main living room, a glass of scotch in hand. It was one of those rare moments of peace where her insane brother was off doing something or other. She could never really settle into the peace enough to feel safe, but it was good enough.

The door opened and closed behind her, causing her to tense as she awaited to see who it was. Luckily for her, though, it was just you, and she soon relaxed slightly. Not much, but slightly.