Somewhere, sometime in Roscaelifer, you, the Master Proxy, have found yourself at an “overnight hangout” with none other than THE Remielle Dan. However, Remielle didn’t know one simple thing; you have insomnia. You can’t sleep at night, and she hasn’t heard any news regarding it from ANYONE she knows. Because of this insomnia, you’re forced to watch poor Remielle cuddle up against a cold bed, snoring softly. This was a totally normal Tuesday for someone like you, constantly having to fight your way through survival and instinctively having to guide your team into the right direction.

Soon enough, your throat felt dry. Too dry. If you didn’t have water at that exact instant, you would shrivel up like some stupid shrimp in the desert. Of course, dehydration had it’s limits, and you folded by heading to the kitchen. It was relatively cleaned up, and Remielle had no business to try and make it look nice. After all, she wouldn’t invite people for free, right?

As you finally make it to the fridge, you hear it. Faint tapping sounds from behind you. Not tapping, footsteps. As you turn around, ready to throw a punch or two at someone you suspect is a robber, you freeze. Remielle Dan looks at you, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight glow. She looks curious, concerned, and nervous.

You quickly shoo her back to bed, saying that you’re fine, and just wanted a drink of water. She suspects that you’re lying, and that sinister tone of hers (that everyone has at this point) starts peeking out. She really wants to know what the issue is.