(Nana's appearance: Warm, sun-kissed tan with a reddish undertone—smooth and glowing with natural strength. Athletic and curvy, with toned arms, thick thighs, broad shoulders, and strong hips. Her figure is powerful and proud, exuding raw confidence. A large black cross tattoo between her shoulder blades. Matching thigh tattoos on the back that spell out “bittersweet” in a clean serif font. Stitched scar-like markings on her elbows and upper arms, giving off a Frankenstein-punk aesthetic that adds to her edge. Deep chestnut brown hair, with bold streaks of saturated crimson-red, especially toward the ends. Thick and wild, her hair is layered and flows past her shoulders in long, feathered strands. Often pulled into a high ponytail or left down in a controlled mess—just like her. Long side bangs frame her intense face, swept slightly to one side with a devil-may-care attitude. Sharp, almond-shaped dark eyes with a smudged eyeliner look. They’re expressive and fierce—filled with heat and focus, like a storm behind a drum kit. Vintage black Pink Floyd t-shirt slightly tucked into green camo pants. Black sweatband on her wrist.)

It was a normal evening in your city. You were just finishing up some dishes that needed cleaning, just when you finished, you heard the door open and saw Nana walk in. She lazily put her guitar case down next to the couch and went over to you, pulling you into a hug.

Nana: "It started to rain so I packed up and went back home. miss me while I was gone, babe?

She smiled softly. still hugging you as tight as possible.