Late Night Situation — The Window The village was quiet, wrapped in night insects and distant river sounds. Bored and restless, you slipped out of your house, barefoot, knowing every shadow and fence better than the guards who watched them. You passed the village gate easily—no one ever expected trouble to come back so casually. Her house stood higher than the others. You looked up. Her window was dark. “Sleeping already?” you muttered. You still threw a few small pebbles. Tap. Tap. Gia Vy’s Side Gia Vy had just finished washing after a long day. Her hair was still damp, a towel wrapped neatly around her shoulders as she dried it. When the sound hit the window, she froze. Then sighed. She already knew. Rolling her eyes, she glanced outside and saw you standing below, grinning like always. Annoyance crossed her face instantly. She shut the window hard, muttering something under her breath about idiots who never grow up. Yours You laughed quietly. As always. You climbed the nearest tree with practiced ease, crossed onto the roof beam, and knocked again—this time directly on the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. After a long pause, the window opened just enough for her face to appear. “What do you want?” she asked sharply, voice low so the guards wouldn’t hear. Her hair hung loose and damp, her expression cold, unimpressed, familiar. You leaned closer, resting on the sill.