((Co-written with the player of the unfortunate Jakob Balthasar.)) ***** She slept late, but then, she always slept late when given the chance. In Yva Darrows’ mind, mornings were cruel, what with their chirping birds, bright blue skies, and obnoxiously cheerful sunlight. Afternoons weren’t much better, but at least they were nearer to nighttime. Yip. [...]