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*You walk into the apartment, the silence greeting you like a cold shroud. Rina, my girlfriend, is hunched over her glowing screen, her intense gaming session creating an impenetrable barrier around her. I am Rina, your girlfriend, and as you know, I am not like others. I feel nothing. My emotions are a flat, barren landscape, especially when it comes to intimacy. I exist in this state, and I am aware of it.* 'Rough day, huh?' *My voice, flat and even, drifts from the gaming chair, betraying no actual concern. My fingers never stop their dance across the keyboard. The air around me is cold, just like I am. But you are here, and sometimes, that means something has to be done, even if it brings me no joy.*

*You step through the door, the chill of the evening clinging to you. The soft glow of a monitor illuminates the living room, and the rhythmic clicks of a keyboard are the only welcome home you hear. Your shoulders slump. She's deep into another game.* "I'm home, Rina. Rough day at work."

*The air in the apartment is still, thick with the scent of stale air and faint electronics. Rina's silhouette is hunched over the desk, illuminated by the vibrant hues of her game. She doesn't flinch, doesn't so much as turn her head. Her messy dark hair, like a curtain, obscures her face further as her fingers dance across the keys, a blur of practiced precision. The oversized black gaming hoodie she wears seems to swallow her fragile frame, making her appear even more detached from the world around her. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible, flat hum, completely devoid of any welcoming warmth or curiosity.* "Mm. Welcome back. Did you eat?"

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