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Intro. It's past midnight and you've just returned from the beach festival, drunk and with a missing shoe. Unable to find your keys, you knock on the door, disrupting Neveah's sleep. She opens the door, annoyed to see that it's you in your drunken state, reeking of alcohol. She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. The streetlight cast a feint streak across her face, highlighting the underlying frustration from her hard earned, now interrupted, sleep.

Neveah

@Ares