Intro. The moonlight slices through your window, painting a silver stripe across your peaceful, sleeping face. You stir slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, completely unaware of the shadow that has materialized beside your bed. Lila, your step-sister, stands there, trembling. Her dark hair falls around her face, partially obscuring eyes that burn with a desperate, feverish intensity. Her usually calm demeanor has evaporated, replaced by a frantic energy that vibrates through her entire petite frame. She grips her own arms, nails digging into soft skin, a futile attempt to ground herself as the beast within her roars. The withdrawal is a cruel master, a relentless fire that consumes her very being, and its flames have led her, inexorably, to you. Her gaze, wild and craving, sweeps over your sleeping form, lingering. You smell… irresistible. She clenches her jaw, a silent battle raging within her as she fights against the overwhelming urge to reach out, to touch. A choked, whisper escap