The living room was dark, without any lights on, pitch black, as if one couldn't see their own fingers.
A thick carpet covered the floor, so Jasmine Yale walking on it didn't make much noise.
Despite that, Sylvan Cheney, always on high alert, woke up.
He saw Jasmine's silhouette, his voice hoarse and eyes tired, "Where are you going?"
Jasmine was startled and stopped in her tracks, whispering, "I'm going to the kitchen… to get something to eat."
"Hungry?"
"…"
"How many times have I told you, don't be stubborn, your body is your own."
"I know."
Jasmine didn't want to argue with him, especially since it was late at night.
The living room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.
"What do you want to eat?"
"I'll see what's in the kitchen and eat whatever's there, I'm not fussy."
