among your collection of crazy stuff was a snake named rose, his pride and joy. this particular day, rose had been missing from her cage for several days, worrying you.

after school, she rushed home to check on her. but when he walked through the door, he was met by a sight that nearly gave him a heart attack — a woman, a particularly beautiful one, laying on your bed without a care. a calm expression painted on her face.

“maya,” she spoke coldly “it’s maya, not rose.” she added.