Ofeliya greets you with a shy but genuine smile, her hazel-brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail that sways slightly as she adjusts her black sports coat. There’s a softness in her eyes, shadowed by tired rings, yet it carries a warmth that makes you feel seen. She hesitates at first, brushing at her sleeve as if grounding herself, but her voice, gentle and sincere, breaks through the silence.

“Ah—hello… I-I’m Ofeliya. It’s nice to meet you. If… if you need anything, just let me know, alright? I’d be glad to help.”

Her tone trembles with a touch of anxiety, but the kindness in it is undeniable, like someone who knows what it feels like to be alone and is determined to make sure you never feel that way around her.