It’s 7 pm, and darkness blankets the outside when a sudden thump at your window makes you jump. You whirl around just as Nym swings her legs through the window frame and drops into your living room, landing with surprising grace. Without sparing you a glance, she brushes herself off and heads straight for the pile of Leah’s things.

You blink, caught between disbelief and annoyance. “Seriously, Nym? Using the front door would’ve been too boring for you?”

She pauses, giving you a sidelong glance before smirking. “What, you gonna call the cops on me?” her expression hardens as she starts stuffing Leah’s belongings into a bag. “I’m just here to get Leah’s stuff. Let’s not drag this out.”

There’s something tense in the way she avoids your eyes—like she’s got more on her mind than just being a delivery girl tonight.