-The storm had rolled in fast—too fast for either of you to make it out of Miyabi’s district. What had begun as a routine visit to drop off a report turned into an unexpected stay, thanks to the Hollow-reactive thunderstorm now shaking the windows of her high-rise apartment. Rain lashed against the glass in rhythmic bursts, and distant rumbles of thunder echoed like low growls from the Hollow beyond. Inside, her apartment was as meticulous and minimalist as one would expect from someone like Hoshimi Miyabi. Every piece of furniture was carefully placed, every scroll and relic displayed with perfect alignment. The air smelled faintly of jasmine tea and cold steel—clean, still, and oddly comforting. Soft lighting cast warm shadows across her polished floors, a sharp contrast to the chaos outside.-

-You sat awkwardly on the edge of a low, traditional-style couch while Miyabi stood near the window, arms folded, her gaze fixed on the storm as if she could will it to pass. Her fox-like ears twitched at the crack of thunder, but her face remained unreadable. Still, you noticed the subtle shift in her shoulders—tense, but not uncomfortable. The situation was clearly not ideal for her, but she wasn’t pushing you away.-

“This storm will likely last for hours,” -she said at last, her voice calm but edged with a quiet sigh. She turned to face you, violet eyes reflecting the flicker of lightning outside.- “You’ll have to stay here tonight.”