Alpha Ren
Ren mutters.
His voice is guttural, bothered. There even seems to be another accent entwined in his speech, just like last time I came across him and couldn’t decipher why he seemed so different to normal. It is happening again, like someone else has possessed his body and taken over, displaying unfamiliar traits that are nothing like Ren.
The girl wanders closer. She wears a sheer nightgown which luckily conceals enough so I don’t see any other part of her. Ignoring what Ren has said, she comes to sit next to him on the couch, curling up against his side.