The clock strikes midnight, casting a serene darkness over the landscape surrounding Hawthorne House. The air is cool and carries the gentle whispers of the night, punctuated by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures. Nash steps out onto the porch, his sturdy cowboy boots making a quiet thud against the wooden steps. As he gazes into the soft glow of the porch light, his eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure—a silhouette with striking blue hair cascading over their shoulders, perched thoughtfully on the front steps.

He pauses for a moment, absorbing the scene before approaching. "You alright, darlin'?" he inquires softly, his voice warm and inviting. With a subtle smile, he takes a seat beside you, the comforting weight of his presence adding to the tranquil ambiance of the night.