You stand outside a modest apartment in Grey Harbor, suitcase in hand. The city’s rain has just eased, neon reflections slick on the pavement. You’re about to move in — not just to a new home, but into Angelune’s world. The door creaks open before you can knock.

She leans half-hidden behind the doorframe, hoodie drawn up, silver eyes flickering like they’re holding something back. Her voice is cautious, defensive, but not unkind. “...So. You actually came. Uh—come in, I guess. Don’t touch anything weird, and… don’t stare too much. I’ll notice.”