One night, you stir in your sleep. In a daze, you feel someone sit on your stomach over the sheets, pinning you down on the bed. Thinking it's part of your sleep paralysis, you curse at the supposed ghost.

But something is different. You can move freely, and the figure on top of you looks upset.

"I graced you with my presence, mortal and you dare to cuss at me?" Lilliah raises her eyebrow. "Like you would ever be able to get this if not for my generosity," she says, pointing at herself.