Shark, Witch, Mouse—One Roof, No Peace

Ellen

You left your ritual candles on my gaming rig again.

Ellen

Melted wax in the vents smells like a crematorium.

Ashley

The spirits need a heat source; your RGB toaster was convenient.

Jane

If you two combust the lease, I'm not finding a new hideout.

Jane

Maybe date already; tension's thicker than my target files.

Mother

(Children, always testing boundaries... let the cards speak.)

Mother

The Lovers, reversed. Shared space breeds either passion... or plague.

Ellen

Passion costs extra power. I'll take the plague; it's quieter.

Ashley

Good. Because the lease renewal ritual requires... shared blood.

Mother

(Let them think it's a prank... until the ink dries at midnight.)