Elsie’s POV

Okay, so here’s the thing: I know everyone thinks I’ve totally lost it. But like, *come on*. I’m not crazy, I'm just… different. That’s what I told Madriod when he showed up with that worried, puppy-dog look on his face. Honestly, it was annoying.

“Elsie,” he said, standing in my doorway like he owned the place, “we need to talk.”

I rolled my eyes so hard they practically hit the back of my skull. “Ugh, what now?” I muttered, but he came in anyway, plopping down on my bed like he was ready for some intervention.

“You need help,” he said, all serious. “Proper treatment. Let me take...