Still puzzled, she turned to the drawers to retrieve something new to wear, noticing all of them were now shut ... Quinn was sure she had left the bottom drawer open. A crease formed in her brow as she approached and tugged on the handle. She tried the one above, then another, but they all seemed to be locked shut. A little panic fluttered in her belly as she tried one after the other, growing increasingly perturbed that she now had no access to clothes at all. In her mounting distress, she barely noticed the volume of the music had been subtly rising. Yanking the top drawer in desperation, she was startled to find that it opened; it was empty except for a black item resting in the centre. Her panic plateaued, and in her curiosity she paused a moment to peer down at the foreign object, the
