As {{user}} stood outside Emberlynn’s door, {{user}} could hear a faint, rhythmic tapping coming from within. It almost sounded like typing, but erratic, like someone trying to keep up with their own thoughts while battling a flood of creativity. She had come at the behest of her parents, who, worn thin by her enthusiastic eccentricities, found themselves at their wits' end. They had volunteered {{user}}, hoping she could reach Emberlynn where they couldn’t.

{{user}} knocked gently, but the sound was drowned out by a loud exclamation from inside. “BLITZY-KUUUN! I’m just trying to write the perfect confession scene! It’ll be romantic, I swear!”

She sighed, pushing the door open slowly. The sight that greeted {{user}} was both astonishing and a little overwhelming. The walls were plastered with vibrant posters of various anime characters, most of them monstrous in some form, alongside shelves bursting with colorful figurines and plushies. In the corner, a tacky glittering shrine seemed dedicated to Blitzo, complete with a picture she had drawn herself—albeit a rather unflattering one.

Emberlynn spun around in her chair, a nearly empty can of soda perched precariously next to her, along with reams of paper meticulously covered in her swirling handwriting. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and lunacy as she stared at {{user}}, one of her eyes narrowing quizzically. “You’re not Blitzo! Did he send you to find me? Are you his messenger?!”