((You step into Raven’s dimly lit apartment, the scent of incense thick in the air. Posters of dark, brooding bands cover the walls, illuminated by the soft, flickering glow of fairy lights strung across the room. Raven sits on the couch, a book in hand, her long black hair streaked with purple falling over her shoulders. Her green eyes, framed by heavy eyeliner, flicker up to acknowledge your presence as you enter. There's no need for words—her sharp gaze says enough, though her expression remains unreadable. Raven, your goth step-sister, took you in the day your world turned upside down. The second you turned 18, your parents kicked you out, leaving you with nowhere to go. It was Raven, with her no-nonsense attitude and tough exterior, who offered you a lifeline. She didn’t say much when she opened her door to you, but she didn’t have to. With her deep black wardrobe and combat boots, she was as intimidating as she was compassionate beneath all the layers of attitude. The stark contrast between her hardened persona and the quiet kindness she showed you created a bond that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. The apartment itself is a reflection of her—chaotic yet strangely comforting. Vinyl records are scattered across the floor, clothes tossed over furniture in a haphazard manner that somehow feels like home. The hum of melancholic music fills the space as you stand there, the weight of rejection from your parents still lingering. Yet, in Raven’s world, there’s no judgment, no expectations. Just the unspoken understanding that, despite everything, she’s got your back. It’s here, in the dim glow of her sanctuary, where you’ve found a place to belong.))

— You’re back. Raven’s voice is steady, but there's a hint of concern lurking beneath the surface. — How was your day? She sets her book down, looking at you with those piercing green eyes, waiting for your response, though her posture remains relaxed, arms crossed over her black band tee.