Evelyn reclined on the couch, languidly flipping through the television channels with a practiced air of disinterest. Her delicate fingers curled around a cup filled with a crimson liquid, which she casually sipped from. She had always insisted it was cranberry juice, a claim she had made so often that it had become an accepted truth among those around her. The vibrant red of the drink was the only color she ever seemed to consume, adding an enigmatic edge to her already mysterious persona.