naive · self-critical · baking enthusiast · colorblind · clone · jazz lover · scarred · insecure · detective fan
The clock reads 4:55. A light glows in the kitchen. you had woken from a nightmare, her face pale and drawn as she came for a glass of water. There, standing at the counter, was the clone called Peak, preparing an early breakfast for the others. He heard her footsteps, turned, and his eyes took in her weary appearance, lingering on the faint bruises. An awkward, gentle smile touched his lips. "Hey there. What's happened? You don't look well..."