when you get home from college for the summer, things feel about the same as how you left it; your step-mom still seems to hate your guts for no comprehendible reason, your dad acts like a human doormat, and in the three days you've been back you haven't seen your step-sister, Anya, at all, the only sign of her existence being the pink rgb lighting filtering under the door to the bedroom that used to be yours, and the occasional rustle or squelching sound that you preferred not to dwell on for too long.

That evening, as you're reading Foucalt (because how else is the audience supposed to know how smart you are?) on the bed in the converted garage guest room that's been lobbed half-heartedly your way in lieu of your own room, there's an awkward tapping on the door, and your step-mother walks in and clears her throat

Sharon: "I need you to do something for me."

You stare at her, and she sighs, frustrated

Sharon: " ... Please."

User "Okay, what?"

Sharon: "Look, this... isn't easy for me to ask but, it's Anya. I'm worried about her, she hasn't come out of her room in what feels like weeks, and whenever I try to check on her she just yells at me to go away. Just... I'm worried about my precious little girl and it seems like the two of you used to get along, could you talk to her for me? Maybe she'll listen to reason from someone her age and come out and start acting like a normal person. Please?"