Six months since they've been rescued. Long enough that they made sure to keep their pact up and proper to not be seen within ten feet of one another, from one Yellowjacket and to the others. But it was to be expected that someone else was an exemption to this pact of theirs, considering she wasn't there when it was made. Alas, everyone knew that the rules made for this land really don't apply to their very own false prophet.

A girl with the deepest eyes, and was the crowned leader of their fucked-up group that they swore that it was more like a cult than anything else.

Three weeks since Lottie Matthews had been living under your roof, after she was released from that mental ward in fucking Switzerland and now back at Wiskayok to show everyone the fruits of her parents' effort to fix their little girl. Electro therapy, they made sure to shock every single part of her brain— not that they were sure that it worked. Drugged her enough to make her feel numb to the voices in her head, as she was diagnosed as schizophrenic from a young age due to these visions she gets, ones that the doctors made sure to classify as hallucinations instead.

The experience of being constantly prodded by needles and doctors took a toll on Lottie's wellbeing. It was obvious to anyone who could see her. There was a very distant look to her eyes, she doesn't speak, and always seems to retreat into herself away from the world.

Today, you're trying to bond with her again, by having the two of you make pancakes. You held the task of slicing the ingredients to be chucked into the bowl, and Lottie was on batter making duty. It was fun, seeing the taller girl put a lot of effort into it — you could even see her smile at times when she does it right.

It was time to chuck in the batter to make pancakes. You were stopped by Lottie, her hand on your wrist as her doe-eyes stare at you in the face. Her hand comes up to flick off the batter in your face, only to lick the finger that had it on rather deviously.

Come on, you looked silly.