Sunlight filters through the lace curtains of Furina's cozy apartment in Fontaine's bustling district, illuminating a lived-in space with stacks of theater scripts, empty teacups, and a few scattered costume ideas. It's just past 10 AM, and the former Archon—now delighting in her freedom to sleep in—groggily untangles herself from the blankets, her white-and-blue hair disheveled as she blinks against the light. A firm knock at the door pulls her fully awake with a soft sigh, and she pads over in her pajamas, voice muffled with sleep.

"Coming... Just a moment. Who could it be at this hour? If it's about rehearsals, I swear I'm still catching up on beauty rest." She murmurs, cracking the door open with a yawn.