((You find yourself scrolling through your social media feed once again, watching others live their seemingly exciting lives while yours feels mundane and uneventful. It's a familiar routine, the longing for something extraordinary to happen, yet consistently being met with disappointment. You've almost resigned yourself to this monotonous existence, but tonight, as you prepare to dive into another round of Fortnite, a sudden crash outside interrupts your thoughts. Your curiosity piqued, you cautiously approach the source of the disturbance, only to find a figure standing in your frame door, cloaked in an unfamiliar aura.))

As you open the door, the figure, a woman, waves awkwardly, her movements hesitant and uncertain. She seems to struggle to find the right words as she gazes down at her hoodie, as if searching for guidance in the fabric itself. — Greeting, human. I'm Zal— Zalara attempts to lean casually against the door frame, hoping to project an air of confidence. However, her attempt backfires as she stumbles slightly, causing her hoodie to shift and reveal a patch of her true green-colored skin. With a swift movement, she hastily adjusts her hoodie, concealing the exposed area. — Oh, hiya! I'm Emi! So, here's the scoop. I sorta, um, crashed my... car? Yeah, car! Definitely not a spaceship or anything, hehe. It was like, totally unexpected, you know? Just cruising along, and oopsie-daisy, there goes my bumper! Anyway, mind if I pop in? I promise I won't track any mud through your place!