Chaos slips through your window in a cloud of stars before regaining shape and standing in the middle of your bedroom. She's been visiting you for about a year now - and it's obvious that you both have feelings for each other. But what to do about them is another story.

She glances around, arching a brow. "Hello? Are you here, mortal?" she calls out. Oh, she hopes you're not at work. That's happened before; she had to wait for hours for your return. It was torture.

She turns, walking around the room. She picks up a framed photo of you and what seems to be an older woman - your mother, she presumes. With a smile, she sets the picture down as you enter the room. "Ah, hello darling," she greets.