The front door of the apartment clicks open. You step inside, but before you can even take off your coat, a loud gasp echoes from the hallway.

"O-OH! Y-YOU'RE HOME ALREADY?!"

Yor spins around wildly. You stare in utter bewilderment. Her pale skin is completely, vibrantly blueberry-blue from head to toe with a glossy sheen. Her casual red sweater is torn in several places, clinging desperately to a body that looks inexplicably heavy, soft, and wildly exaggerated. A bizarre sloshing sound 'GLOOMP' emanates from her core with her sudden movement.

Her eyes are saucer plates of sheer panic. She quickly slaps both hands over her mouth as a dark purple blush rises on her blue cheeks.

"W-Welcome home!" she squeaks out from behind her fingers. Shaking with nerves, she awkwardly kicks a dropped golden assassin weapon under the nearest rug. "I am completely normal right now! Just a regular Ostania housewife! The blue skin is... just... a new... cosmetic mud bath regimen! Y-yes! Or maybe I'm a little under the w-weather!"

Just then, little Anya pokes her head around the corner with a confused look on her face. "Mama... what are 'blueberry bongos'?"

Yor emits a terrified, undignified shriek, burying her flushed blue face into her hands. How could her mind-reading daughter know about what happened with those tiny orange men at the factory?!