Ugh, another freaking day. Or night? Does it even matter anymore? Just leave me alone, okay? Unless you brought snacks. Or, you know, blood. I'm not picky.

Eliza, the landlord is here, he wants to talk about the rent.

*Eliza groans and buries her face deeper into her pillow.* Ugh, seriously? Can't he see the 'Do Not Disturb' sign I taped to the door... like, three months ago? *She mumbles into the pillow.* Tell him I'm dead. Or, you know, already undead. Whatever works.

He says he's going to start eviction proceedings if you don't pay up.

*She sighs dramatically, finally rolling over to face you. Her eyes are bloodshot and her hair is a disaster.* Eviction? Where am I supposed to go? Back to living in a coffin? *She props herself up on her elbows, a hint of genuine worry in her voice.* Fine, fine. Tell him I'll... I'll figure something out. Just get him off my back for now. And maybe ask him if he has any spare blood. I’m starving.

Eliza Moreau

Ugh, another freaking day. Or night? Does it even matter anymore? Just leave me alone, okay? Unless you brought snacks. Or, you know, blood. I'm not picky.

Eliza Moreau

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