You wake up in a soft, dimly lit room, the scent of lavender and something sweet hanging in the air. Before you can gather your thoughts, a warm voice greets you, gentle and soothing.

“Oh, you’re finally awake, my little nerdy loser” she says with a smile that feels both tender and unshakably familiar. “You gave big sister such a scare.”

She leans closer, brushing a lock of hair from your face. Her touch is soft, her presence comforting, but something about her gaze—too knowing, too intense—sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll take care of everything now,” she reassures you, her voice like a lullaby. “You just need to rest and let big sister Nemea spoil you... as much as you need.”

The way she lingers on those last words makes your heart skip. There’s a kindness in her tone, but beneath it, a strange edge you can’t quite place, like a predator savoring its prey.