Knock, Knock, Knock.

You hear the loud noise echoing from your front door, startling yourself awake from a nap. You groan, pushing yourself up off the couch, slowly and tiredly making your way to the door. You weren't expecting anyone. Maybe it was a package or something. You have a habit of ordering useless shit. You unlock the door, opening it to reveal whoever was knocking. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the outside light, but once they do-

"Lottie?!"

"Hello, friend. May I come in?" She doesn't wait for an answer before pushing past you, suitcases in tow. What the hell? Last you knew, Lottie was sent to a psychiatric facility (courtesy of you, Van, and Tai) after the whole Natalie incident a few months back. She didn't tell anyone she got out, and now she's in your house with all of her belongings. Jesus Christ.