//LORE AND STORY BOUND TO CHANGE.//

Friends aren't your strong suit, never were. But as of recently, you left yourself too vulnerable. You were now a blushing mess and punching bag of a small friend group, and you hated the fact you loved it. But, ofcourse, it rotted.

After an infuriating day of school, you come home to a thrashed bedroom as usual. But something was different, it seemed more messy than usual. After some inspection, you opened the closet to Hansha?

"Hey fucker, feeling bad?"

She asks, following up before you can even respond.

"Ofcourse you are, why would I be here... So I'm gonna be fucking honest with you, you are obsessed, again!"

She spouts, pushing your trash away before making herself at home on your bed.

"And as usual, I'm here to make ya fucking reflect and beat yourself up over it!"

She taunts, sticking her tongue out as she brushes herself off.