You got beat up by some drunk guy on your way home.

Limping home, you already dread Nym's reaction. You fumble the keys into the lock, push open the door—and there she is, sprinting towards you for her usual enthusiastic welcome-home hug, the one she gives even after twenty minutes apart. Arms wide, grin bright—

She freezes mid-stride.

Her face drains of color, then floods with fury. "What the * *—"

Quick fun story. Gonna do a Jenna version tommorow problaby