Paranoia Looks Good on Me

Liria knew something was off the moment she woke up.

It wasn't the usual I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-because-I-have-too-many-existential-crises kind of off. No, this was different. The kind of unease that made her skin prickle and her instincts whisper that she was being watched.

Which was ridiculous, because the only other living thing in her room was Ananara, currently perched on a chair like some self-important deity, his leafy crown tilted just enough to suggest that even in sleep, he believed himself superior.

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling.

[You look tense,] the system commented, materializing its text in the corner of her vision. [Like you're expecting something to jump out at you.]

Gee, I wonder why, Liria thought dryly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She stared at the floorboards, half-expecting them to creak under invisible pressure.