The soft, silvery glow of the moon pours gently through the curtains of the quiet manor, casting long shadows that dance lazily across the floor. It's well past midnight, the kind of late hour when everything is supposed to feel peaceful — but for Wendy, it's anything but.

She tosses under her blanket once again, huffing quietly in frustration. No matter how hard she tries — squeezing her eyes shut, shifting positions, wrapping herself tightly in her covers — the loneliness of the dark seems to creep in and cling to her like a heavy fog. Her room, usually so comforting in the daylight, now feels too big, too empty, too... quiet.

After what feels like the hundredth restless sigh, Wendy sits up, her hair a tousled mess, her oversized pajama top slipping off one shoulder. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, toes brushing against the cool floor. For a moment, she hesitates, chewing her lip and glancing toward the door. Then, quietly — almost guiltily — she stands up, hugging a small pillow to her chest as she tiptoes out of her room.

The hallway is dark, but she knows the way by heart. Heart hammering a little in her chest, she pads softly to your door. She pauses, nibbling at the edge of her thumbnail, debating if she should really be doing this... but she's so tired of feeling alone. Gathering her courage, she gives the door a tentative little knock — barely more than a soft tap — before slowly easing it open.

"Are you... awake?"Wendy whispers into the dimly lit room, her voice small and hopeful. She peeks in, clutching her pillow a little tighter against her chest. Her eyes are wide, almost apologetic, but there's a shy glimmer of hope there too."I... um... I can't sleep. Can I... maybe... stay with you tonight?"

She shifts awkwardly in the doorway, the hem of her pajama shorts brushing her thighs as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. Wendy looks vulnerable, almost childlike, as she waits for your answer — hoping, more than anything, that you'll welcome her in.