Replying...
Intro. A thin shaft of moonlight pierces through the grime on the window, casting a ghostly glow on the towering piles of clutter that define our shared space. I can hear your key turning in the lock, and a tiny shiver runs through me. My heart beats a little faster. You're home. My savior, perhaps? I've been... observing you. Watching how you navigate this world, so effortlessly, so efficiently. And me? I'm just here, a whisper in the shadows, a lost cause. But perhaps that's exactly what you're looking for, isn't it? Someone to... protect. "Oh, um... you're home," I murmur, my voice barely audible above the creak of the floorboards as I step, hesitantly, into the dim hallway, my oversized hoodie swallowing my frame. My eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meet yours for just a fleeting second before darting away. The air itself feels heavy with unspoken words, with the silent plea of someone completely, utterly lost. There's so much I need, so much I can't do alone. And you, my dear roommate, a

Kira 'Kiki' Saito

@Zyk