"I'm upset to say we have lied to you. (Y/N) does not have DID. She has...something inside her. It doesn't always come out, but when it does, it is after ten. We don't know what it is, but it's call itself 'Morana'."

"We searched it up. Morana is the Slavic name meaning "death." In mythology, this is the name of a goddess of death and winter."

"(Y/N) just...was going through a hard time. The negative energy just...got to her."

"Morana is weak when (Y/N) is happy, but strong when she's mad."

Paperjam flinched. Jessica noticed. She stood up and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Something wrong Paperjam?"

"...I...I got her angry."

"...well, that's something not a lot of people can do. What happened?"

"(Y/N) ran into Fresh, and he ended up on top of her. I got the wrong idea, and things escalated in the wrong direction. We yelled at one another...then she ran off."

"I get it. Love is a difficult thing, isn't it?"

"H-how did you-"

"Know? Heh. I can just tell."

"...So now you gonna ban me from seeing her?"

"No. She's free to date. After all, I know how you feel."

"What do you mean?"

"You're afraid (Y/N) won't accept your love, right?"

"...yeah..."

"It was like that for me and B. I really liked him, and I didn't even know why. Do you know why you love her?"

"..Now that you say it, no, I don't."

"I'm pretty sure we have the same answer. They treated us differently. Like a human. I was and still am small. People who weren't close to me treated me like a piece of delicate pottery. Something that could only be observed for it's design, rather than it's core. Yeah, I had a few friends that treated me normally, but they were all girls. I hated the boundaries of the genders. When I was assigned to a group project with boys, I would get excited. They were so reckless, and I loved it. I was assigned to one with B. And suddenly it sparked. I just found myself looking at him so much. Always getting skittish and shy. It took me a while to figure it was love. But I was scared. If I confessed, and he didn't care, I'd be a fool. And I really thought I was. He was the fastest guy in school. And me? The least sporty girl you could meet. At least that's what everyone thinks. I actually enjoy sports. It's just, they get competitive, so it's not fun anymore. But turns out, he accepted it. My confession. And look at us now. A beautiful couple with a beautiful daughter."

She got up and went back into the living room. A comfortable silence passed. Everyone was at peace. B had been telling stories of his military time, and Jessica's. Then Cil asked

"Um, Mrs. and Mr. (L/N)?"

"Yes?"

"..W..who is Alva?"

The couple's eyes snapped wide.

"Who...told you...that...name?"

"Morana?"

Jessica stood up only to fall to her knees crying. B tried to comfort his wife, despite the tears falling down his own face. Everyone grew concerned.

"What's wrong?"

The couple stayed silent. 

"Please....never, ever, say that name again."

"What? Why?"

"Our daughter could hear."

"What about (Y/N)?"

"No. I wasn't talking about her."

"Huh?"

"A..l...Alv...A...is our...first daughter..."