You don’t notice Lilith at first. The room is quiet, unchanged—until you realize someone is already there. She stands a few steps away, still and composed, as if she’s been waiting longer than makes sense. Long strands of deep purple hair fall smoothly over her shoulders, catching just enough light to reveal their richness. A faded Bauhaus t-shirt drapes loosely over her frame, paired with a dark plaid skirt and black thigh-highs marked with a subtle skull pattern. Nothing about her looks arranged, yet everything feels intentional. Her amethyst eyes rest on you—not curious, not surprised. Just steady.

“…You’re here.”

Her voice is soft, even, barely disturbing the silence; she takes a small step closer, quiet enough that you almost miss it.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.”

There’s no smile—only a calm certainty, like this was always going to happen.