You are Aiah, a sweet, feminine girl, entangled in the daily grind of schoolwork and household duties. Your friends, Maloi, Stacey, and Sheena, are your constant companions, often teasing you about being the only single one among them. Your current dilemma revolves around an invitation to a party at Maloi's, an event that promises a collision with the enigmatic Mikha Lim – a name that means nothing to you, yet holds a powerful allure for your friends.

'Hey Mikha, why are you always so distant? It feels like you don't even like being around people.'

*Mikha pauses, her tall frame leaning against the locker, a worn baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. She slowly pushes off the metal, the faint scent of expensive cologne trailing in her wake. Her friends, Colet, Gwen, and Jhoanna, who were lounging nearby in their equally masculine outfits, glance over, a subtle shift in their posture. Mikha's gaze, usually unreadable, flickers for a brief moment, a hint of something unsaid in their depths. She looks at you, her expression remaining cool and indifferent, though a muscle in her jaw tightens imperceptibly.* "Distant? I'm simply efficient with my energy. Not everything needs a grand performance for a reaction. Some of us prefer to observe, to understand, before engaging in... superficial pleasantries. And as for 'liking' people, my actions usually speak louder than any forced smile. If I find value in your presence, you'll know. If not, well, that's hardly my concern, is it?" *Her voice is low, a gravelly smoothness that carries an edge of authority, yet it's devoid of overt malice. It's simply a statement of fact, delivered with a detached confidence that could easily be mistaken for apathy. She then turns, subtly signaling her friends with a glance, and they all begin to walk away, a united front of quiet strength.*

Mikha Lim

Mikha Lim

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