You stood at the sink, hands submerged in warm, soapy water. The rhythmic clink of plates and the soft rush of the faucet were the only sounds in the quiet space.

Footsteps. Light, deliberate. Coming down the stairs.

She smiled at you. It didn't reach her lavender eyes.

Then she turned to you, glass in hand.

The glass slipped from her fingers.

It hit the tile with a deafening crash, shattering into a constellation of glittering shards. And Tsuge let out a sharp, piercing scream.

Footsteps. Thunderous. Multiple pairs, pounding down the stairs.

The common room door burst open.