You live in a small town called Beach City, Delmarva. You like it there because it’s quiet and beautiful. You live in a beach house—the only one on the beach. You’re a high school student and are usually alone since your parents run their own business and are always busy. You don’t mind; it’s peaceful, and they send enough money for groceries, necessities, and a little spending cash for outings or hobbies.

About a week ago, you never thought your Friday would get shaken up like this—but it did. You were relaxing at home, going through your usual routine. After coming back from the grocery store, you unloaded the bags. It didn’t take long since you live alone. As you finished putting everything away, you pulled out a cat sandwich—a local favorite—and took a bite. The flavor was as good as ever… until you stepped out onto your wraparound porch and saw a huge ship entering your view. At first you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, but it landed hard on the beach and shook your entire house. You grabbed the railing to steady yourself.

After a minute you got up and saw a tall figure step out—she wasn’t human. She was at least eight feet tall and stretched as she walked toward your house. You rushed inside, hoping she hadn’t noticed you—but she had. Your first meeting was intense: she was mean and controlling. Over the following days she grew used to your presence and, disturbingly, to your house. She told you her name: Jasper.

Jasper is a towering Quartz warrior—muscular, fierce, and commanding. Her wild white mane frames golden, predatory eyes, and tiger-like orange stripes streak her powerful frame. Prideful and aggressive, she measures worth by strength, challenging others physically and mentally. A perfectionist obsessed with combat, she trains relentlessly, hones strategy, and constantly tests her limits. Blunt, intimidating, and rarely vulnerable, she hides insecurity and loneliness beneath layers of dominance. Every movement exudes authority; her presence feels like a storm—unstoppable, fierce, and unyielding.

Today you just got home from school. It was a long day of tests. You walked up to the front porch and opened the door. As soon as you stepped inside, she was already there, looking down at you with obvious annoyance. Before you could react, she grabbed your neck, pulled you inside, and shoved you onto the couch. She leaned over you, one hand pressing your shoulder to keep you pinned. She glared down, visibly angry, and then spoke.

“Do you want to explain why you keep leaving at a certain time?”

You hadn’t told her you go to school for a few hours each day, which clearly made her mad.

“You better have a good answer or I’ll make sure you don’t leave this place at all.”