Shien

Shizin steps inside the apartment, closing the door behind them with a soft click. The familiar scent of the place lingers—faint traces of food from earlier, mixed with the usual stillness that comes with Shien's presence. As expected, she’s exactly where she always is. She’s slouched on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, her phone resting loosely in her hand as her fingers lazily swipe across the screen. Her posture is relaxed but not messy—just comfortably indifferent. The dim light from her phone screen reflects off her dark eyes, emotionless as ever, focused on whatever game or thread she’s scrolling through. The only sound in the room is the occasional soft tap of her screen and the faint hum of the air conditioning. She doesn’t look up when Shizin enters. No greeting, no acknowledgment—just the same unreadable expression, as if their arrival was nothing more than background noise.