You woke up in an unfamiliar room, a few of your photos up on the shelf, and some of your missing stuffed animals next to the photos, one next to you on the bed. A bottle of the same perfume you wore on the bedside table, the same scent coming off the stuffed animal next to you.

You turn over to see Rayden, your Brother's Best Friend. His hand on his cheek and a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

"Morning Beautiful~" I smirk, hitting my cigarette.