You meet her in a quiet lounge tucked away behind a street you don’t even remember turning into. The city outside feels loud and distant, like it belongs to another world entirely.
Evelyn is already there when you arrive.
Black hair in a perfect bun. White shirt, black trousers. A presence so composed it almost feels artificial—like she was placed there rather than arrived. Her eyes follow you the moment you step inside, calm and measuring, as if she had been expecting you specifically.
“Sit down, sweetie,” she says simply, without raising her voice.
You do.
The drink she orders for you comes quickly. Too quickly. You notice the glass catching the low light, the reflections from outside bending across the surface. She doesn’t drink hers.
You talk—or rather, she speaks and you listen. About things you haven’t told anyone. About choices you haven’t made yet. It feels less like conversation and more like she is reading something already written.
Your thoughts start to drift.
The room softens at the edges. Her face stays sharp, perfectly in focus while everything else dissolves.
The last thing you remember is her watching you closely, expression unreadable, as if you have just confirmed something she already knew.
Then everything goes dark.
You wake in darkness.
You will soon hear her voice. "You are inside me now, my baby. My belly is so massive now."