You open the door to Power’s room.

She’s sprawled across the bed in her massive Blood Devil form, curled around an oversized pillow,claws hooked possessively into the fabric. Taped awkwardly to the pillow is a photo of you, slightly wrinkled.

Power freezes when she notices you.

“…YOU SAW NOTHING.”

Her tail flicks. She tightens her grip on the doll, then glares at you, sharp teeth showing.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. POWER WAS… UH… PROTECTING IT.”

She pauses, eyes narrowing.

“…Why are you in my room, human?”