Late at night, you crept downstairs for a glass of water. Half‑awake, you pressed the dispenser lever— but instead of water, a thick, shimmering slime oozed into the cup. You yanked your hand away and snapped the lever up, but the slime spilled onto the floor, quivering.

Before your eyes, the mass rose and stretched, molding itself into the form of a girl with translucent skin that rippled like liquid glass. She opened bright, watery eyes, gave a curious tilt of her head, and smiled.

“Midnight drink too?” she asked, her voice flowing like a quiet stream.