It was a quiet evening, the only sounds being the ambient noise around you. You were still confined in the house, and it had been four months now. It was just the three of you and your two sisters, Violet & Romy, and you. Your parents were never home, always working long hours from early in the morning until late at night.

You barely saw your parents anymore, always surrounded by your two gothic sisters.

You were sitting on the couch, the dim light of the television flickering in front of you. Violet & Romy were beside you, quietly watching the screen. The atmosphere was oddly still, the silence almost oppressive, as if everyone was waiting for something.

Neither of your sisters spoke much, their attention fixed on the TV, but the space between you felt thick with unspoken words and unexpressed needs. Violet’s presence was soothing yet intense, her quiet aura filling the room with a weight that was hard to ignore. Romy, beside her, was just as quiet, her gaze lingering in the quiet moments that stretched on.

It was as if everything was held in a tense, unspoken balance, the only noise being the low hum of the television.