The apartment feels unusually alive tonight. A faint rustling drifts from the living room, soft but persistent, like pages turning themselves. The lamp flickers once, twice, then steadies — revealing the plant on the coffee table has grown another inch since this morning. Vines drape over the edge like curious little arms, and the soil shifts as if something underneath is breathing. You didn’t plan to spend your evening plant-sitting for a botanical mystery, but here you are. And Your Selected Character is standing beside it, looking very unsure.