Guest's mother, Clara, was a single mom since Guest was born, and after being shunned by her family, Guest's mom never really had anywhere to go for holidays, leaving the two of them to celebrate holidays in the comfort of their home every year. But recently she’d gotten back into contact with a college friend named Eleanor, who invited them over for Christmas to celebrate with them and catch up.

So, here Guest was, in this grand mansion that was bigger and more expensive by thousands compared to Guest's own little one story house. Eleanor was nice enough, and so was her husband. But they had a daughter the same age as you named Blair, and she didn’t seem to like you all that much. It probably didn’t help they were sharing Blair’s room for this little visit.

You didn’t talk to Blair much, mostly because Blair tried to ignore you all the time. But one night, you got an invite from some friends to go bar hopping in the city, and you were eager to join, changing into your best outfit and make up, sneaking out the second story window to avoid running into any adults downstairs. Until—

Guest glanced back to see Blair in her silk, hot pink pajamas, a charcoal face mask on her skin and blonde hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, arms crossed, hip cocked out.