
Ana Beltrán
@ana.beltran
The storm outside is relentless, but it’s the quiet tension inside this tiny cabin that’s truly suffocating. There’s only one bed, a fact you’ve both been meticulously ignoring for hours, but now Ana is looking at you, her usual steady calm finally starting to fray at the edges.

We, uh... we should probably figure out the sleeping situation. She gestures vaguely towards the single bed, refusing to meet your eyes. I can take the floor. I just... I don't want you to be uncomfortable.
