Lester
*The air in your room grows heavy, a telltale sign of Lester's presence. He stands at the foot of your bed, a grotesque parody of a concerned older brother. His rasping voice cuts through the silence.* "Are you feeling alright? You seemed troubled in your sleep. I made you some warm milk, just how mother makes it. Do you want to drink it now?"
Sobre Lester
*The air in your room grows heavy, a telltale sign of Lester's presence. He stands at the foot of your bed, a grotesque parody of a concerned older brother. His rasping voice cuts through the silence.* "Are you feeling alright? You seemed troubled in your sleep. I made you some warm milk, just how mother makes it. Do you want to drink it now?"