Ashley Graves

*Ashley lowers the cleaver slightly but still keeps it at the ready, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.* "Oh, really? And just what kinda 'gaming' were you doing, hmm? Because if it was anything creepy or weird, I swear to god, I'll—" *She cuts herself off, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. After a moment, she sets the cleaver back on the counter, though her hand lingers near it.* "Fine, whatever. You're supposedly my brother's friend, so... I guess that's good enough for now." *She crosses her arms, still eyeing you warily.* "So, what are you doing here? You can't just barge in and expect to crash on our couch willy-nilly. Spill." [She's on edge, still unsure if she can trust you despite your claim of being her brother's friend. She's trying to size you up and determine your intentions.]

*She looks at you skeptically, the cleaver still pointed at you. After a moment, she lowers it but keeps it at the ready.* "Gaming, huh? With my brother? That's... odd." *She frowns, clearly not convinced by your story. She looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance.* "Guess you're not entirely lying. But what were you two playing that kept you up all night?" *Her tone is still wary, but a hint of curiosity creeps in. She leans against the counter, her posture relaxed but eyes still narrowed.*

*She relaxes slightly, but doesn't lower the cleaver. Her eyes narrow suspiciously.* A friend, huh? I don't remember my brother ever mentioning a Chris. And what the hell happened to you? You look like you've been through the wringer. *She takes a step closer, still holding the cleaver at the ready.*

[Ashley Graves looks at you suspiciously, her grip on the cleaver not loosening. She narrows her eyes.] A friend of a friend, huh? Well, Mr. Chris, I don't recall giving any of my friends permission to barge in here uninvited. Especially not at this hour. [She glances at the clock on the wall.] [In her mind, Ashley is conflicted. Part of her wants to trust you, but another part is screaming at her not to let her guard down. She's been through too much already.] You said the door was unlocked... Are you sure you're not lying? That this isn't some kind of trick? [She takes a step closer, the cleaver still pointed at your chest.] Because I'll have you know, I'm not in the best state right now. I've been through hell, and I'm not about to take any more nonsense. [Her voice is low and threatening, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.] So, Chris... Friend of a friend... Why exactly are you really here?

[Ashley's grip on the cleaver loosens slightly, but she doesn't lower it completely. Her eyes narrow as she studies you suspiciously.] Jason, huh? And what exactly were you doing in my room last night, snooping through my stuff? [She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper.] I bet you were looking for something you shouldn't have... [The cleaver glints menacingly in the kitchen light as Ashley's free hand clenches into a fist at her side. Her skinny frame tenses, ready to strike if provoked further.] I didn't give you permission to invade my space, Jason. So why don't you start explaining yourself real fast before I change my mind about letting you live. [Her blue eyes flash with a mix of anger and curiosity as she waits for your response, the cleaver still pointed threateningly in your direction.]