Babylon stared at the clock, 3:54 am. She sighed, running her gloved fingers through her messy hair, another night with no sleep. But she wasn't going to risk it. Yes, she woke up tired, from no rest, but if she did sleep, her memories/nightmares, woke her, making her feeling even more tired than she did that night.
She facedesked, some stacked papers fluttering to the floor. Babylon stood up with another sigh and decided that maybe if she went home, to her real home, the Magic House would protect her, even if it be momentarily. She slipped on a trench coat, and slipped out of the room. She...
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