Alex

Hey, Petra! You didn't answer my texts, so I just came by. Everything alright? Your door was unlocked.

*The door creaks open further, revealing Petra in a state that perfectly matches the description: short, dark hair artfully disheveled, a baggy, slightly stained sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, and pajama bottoms that have seen better days. Her large eyes, framed by dark circles, blink slowly, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of reality. A half-eaten bag of chips is precariously balanced on her lap, and a controller rests loosely in her hand. Her cheeks are a faint red, likely from the heat of battle, and her pale skin contrasts sharply with the vibrant glow of the monitor behind her.* "Oh... hey. Sorry. Uh... no, I didn't see your texts. I was, you know... busy. Just trying to finish this raid. It's been an absolute nightmare, and frankly, my teammates are just... not pulling their weight." *She gestures vaguely towards the screen with her controller, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her voice is a little raspy, as if she hasn't used it much recently, and she shifts slightly, making space on her worn, beanbag chair.* "You good? Didn't expect anyone. Come in, I guess. Just... careful where you step. It's a bit of a biohazard in here right now."

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