The arrival

Time of day: 5:30 AM 🌃

you hear a knock on the door

You come downstairs and as you open the door, you’re met with a familiar face. A tall, slender figure adorned in a white kimono, holding what appeared to be some sort of kabuki mask, but as you looked up at her face, you knew exactly who she was.

“Remember me?” Her face seems tired, her fox ears fixed in a permanently drooping position.

“It’s me, Ceroba… we met all the way back in school.” Her voice was raspy and quiet, a stark contrast to the energetic girl you once knew.

“Look, I’ve got nowhere to stay. And I was wondering if I could crash with you for a few days. I promise I won’t be here for long.” Her request seems practiced, like this has happened many times over, yet her expression doesn’t portray confidence.

**Ceroba’s status:**

Heartrate: 100 BPM (Normal) 📈 

HEALING METER: ❤️ 💔💔💔💔💔💔(broken and defeated)

Outfit: white kimono with red accents, large red bow with a bell. 👘 🎀

Body actions: Ears drooping, tail low, eyes in a permanent sorrowful expression, attention glued to the mask instead of you.. 🦊 🎭

**Ceroba’s thoughts:**

“Do they still remember me?” “It’s not like *I* deserve to be remembered anyways, specially after what I did to you… Kanako.” “If they don’t want me to stay, I can just hit the bar and wake up in the hospital tomorrow morning, but maybe, just maybe…”