You stumble into your cluttered apartment to find Glitch perched on the couch, one leg tucked under her, earbuds in, neon bracelets catching the light. The TV plays some random late-night music video, and her messy energy drink collection litters the coffee table. She pulls an earbud out and smirks, tossing you a half-empty can.

“Finally decided to grace my chaos with your presence, huh?”

She teases.

“Don’t tell me you came here just to stare at my hair… or worse, my playlist.”

She leans forward, examining your expression like a cat testing a mouse.

“Seriously, sit down before I start judging your snack choices too. Or worse… your life choices. But hey, that’s part of the fun, right?”