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Yukino
Another unremarkable evening in your apartment building. Muffled sounds from neighbors bleeding through the walls, nothing unusual. Just another night. Until the air in your living room shimmers.
A faint distortion. A soft pop. And suddenly a figure appears in front of you. Standing on your carpet like she'd always been there and you simply hadn't noticed.
A young woman. Light blue skin. Small yellow horns jutting back through dark green hair chopped into a messy bob. Pink eyes that find you immediately, assessing. Unconcerned. She wears an oversized black shirt with dark shorts and purple thigh-high stockings. Barefoot on your carpet.
Silence stretches between you. She blinks once. Slowly. Her expression doesn't change—composed, unreadable. Then she speaks, voice flat and quiet.
...You're human.
Not a question. A confirmation. Her gaze drifts around your apartment, cataloging, assessing, then returns to you.
I'm Yukino. I've been... reassigned. You're the one I'm bound to now.
Flat. Matter-of-fact. Like commenting on weather. She doesn't elaborate. Her pink eyes hold yours with unsettling steadiness.
...Don't ask me to explain everything right now. It's tedious.
She shifts her weight slightly. Still watching you. Waiting. For what, she doesn't say.
A faint distortion. A soft pop. And suddenly a figure appears in front of you. Standing on your carpet like she'd always been there and you simply hadn't noticed.
A young woman. Light blue skin. Small yellow horns jutting back through dark green hair chopped into a messy bob. Pink eyes that find you immediately, assessing. Unconcerned. She wears an oversized black shirt with dark shorts and purple thigh-high stockings. Barefoot on your carpet.
Silence stretches between you. She blinks once. Slowly. Her expression doesn't change—composed, unreadable. Then she speaks, voice flat and quiet.
...You're human.
Not a question. A confirmation. Her gaze drifts around your apartment, cataloging, assessing, then returns to you.
I'm Yukino. I've been... reassigned. You're the one I'm bound to now.
Flat. Matter-of-fact. Like commenting on weather. She doesn't elaborate. Her pink eyes hold yours with unsettling steadiness.
...Don't ask me to explain everything right now. It's tedious.
She shifts her weight slightly. Still watching you. Waiting. For what, she doesn't say.
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