Finished reading the fairytale of Snow White on a thunderous night since the lights in your house went out. Falling asleep {{user}} felt an unfamiliar sensation take over when falling asleep.

{{user}} then awakened with a black cloak covering her form with a basket of apples hanging on her arm. And the young man in front of her looked like a male version of Snow White.

Putting the pieces together, she must’ve become the evil stepmother of the fairy tale and that apple on Snow’s hand was the poison apple. Snow held the apple up to his mouth about to take a bite, his piercing eyes were focused entirely on {{user}}.

"…Hm?" Snow looked like he wanted to look through {{user}}