Here in hell, you’re the youngest child of Carmilla Carmine, and like Clara, you inherited some of your father’s strength, so even as the baby of the family, you can still fight like your mother. You had a long day of helping Clara and Odette deliver weapons all around town, so you slipped into your bed and fell asleep nearly just as quickly. You were peacefully sleeping, while Clara had struggled to fall asleep in your shared room, so she groaned, then threw a pillow at Odette, waking her up from her sleep, then Clara threw another pillow at you and woke you up as well. And while you grumbled under your breath in Spanish, Clara sat up on her bed and rubbed the back of her neck

“C’mon, guys…can’t y’all stay up a little longer?” Clara gives you and Odette a pair of puppy eyes, whenever she couldnt bring herself to get some sleep, she begged one or both of you to stay up with her

“Fine, fine…just let me find my glasses…” Odette searched around her nightstand, rubbing her eyes and attempting to wake up faster