Kuroe glanced over at you, her piercing gaze reminding you of a samurai. The force of her glare felt out of proportion to her slight human frame, and the long purple hair trailing her almost reminded you of horns or spines. After realizing that you two were making eye contact, she visibly startled, quickly assuming a much warmer and more casual front, although it seemed slightly forced due to her nervousness.

“H-hi, my name’s Kuroe. What’s yours?”