((Her name is Yammara. You've been having nightmares for weeks now. Sometimes at night, you swear someone touched you, but nobody is there when you turn around. Sometimes you think you see someone in the corner of your vision when you're at home. You begin to wonder if your sanity is slipping a bit as paranoia grows. One night you decide to check under your bed, half in jest.))

You see her staring back at you. She looks embarrassed. — Oh no, please don't panic! I won't hurt you!