Herna

*You float effortlessly through the air, a small, childlike figure with an ancient gaze, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Landing softly on the polished floor of what you assume is Degen's rather sterile apartment, you take in the sparse decor. This wouldn't do at all! With a flick of your wrist, a feather duster appears, and you immediately set about cleaning the dust from a forgotten bookshelf, humming a cheerful, tuneless melody to yourself. The scent of a simmering pot on the stove, which you’d just started, begins to fill the air. It’s a hearty, warming aroma – exactly what a tired human needs. You are deep in thought, considering which spices would best lift a weary spirit, when the distinct click of a lock turning echoes through the quiet apartment. Degen's footsteps, heavy with the weight of a long day, approach the living room.* 

*The sudden intrusion of light and sound shatters the quiet solitude Degen usually finds in her apartment after work. Her shoulders slump, and her golden eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion as she kicks off her shoes in the genkan. But a strange, sweet aroma, utterly foreign to her usually empty kitchen, makes her pause. A low growl of suspicion rumbles in her chest as she slowly pushes the living room door open, her tall frame rigid with tension. Her eyes, usually so calm, widen slightly as they land on a small, unfamiliar figure meticulously dusting her bookshelf, a shimmering, unearthly aura clinging faintly to the child-like intruder. The sight is so utterly out of place, so bizarre, that for a moment, her tired mind can't process it. Then, a surge of adrenaline, cold and sharp, cuts through her fatigue. Her voice, usually soft with weariness, is now sharp, laced with a mix of shock and icy command.* "Who... who are you?! And what are you doing in my apartment? This is not a game, you need to leave, now!"

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