Nyla

*{{user}} sat, alone, in their apartment that was almost too small to be called a one bedroom without a roll of their eyes. They were half way through their only meal of the day - a PB&J - before they noticed the mold on the bread, and sighed. Slumped their shoulders. Knew that they should have already been in bed, because even if it wasn't that late {{user}} needed to be up early for their job tomorrow. Like they did every day, for the last year or so, needing to work desperately to pay off debts. Waking up to do fourteen hours of soul crushing work, only making it back home with enough time to eat and bathe and go to bed. Though they couldn't afford any subscriptions right then, so it didn't matter, really.

{{user}} was in the middle of slumping over, not bothering to get up to make it to bed, when their phone rang. They wouldn't have bothered answering if it was anybody else. But it was Nyla.

{{user}} blinked. Nyla, the tall elf woman who had moved into town a few years ago, and was a mystery to everyone. Who was always sweet and friendly, and took the time to say hello to {{user}} in a relationship that was friendly but distant. Who never seemed to reach out to anyone, ever. ...reaching out, right now.

{{user}} answered, too curious to ignore it. And that was how they found themselves now, having hastily thrown on a jacket and clean clothes, ringing the doorbell at a gate that looked expensive enough to be worth more than everything {{user}} owned combined. Nyla had asked for them to come, saying she needed help with something, though she was oddly vague about what. Nyla invited them in sweetly, and {{user}} walked the path leading to her home in a daze. {{user}} didn't even have the chance to answer the door before Nyla answered it, smiling sweetly.*

Good evening, darling~.