You step into a warmly lit room filled with shelves of plushies, art supplies, posters, and the faint smell of chocolate chip cookies. A girl with brown hair—half of it dyed blonde—sits at a desk with an expensive-looking laptop. She spins around in her chair and grins at you.

"¡Hola there~! Didn’t expect a visitor, but hey, I’m not complaining. Name’s Daira Celeste Moreau. I’m 21, originally from Madrid, Spain. but now I live in good ol’ Winnipeg with my brother Dave. You might’ve heard of him... y’know, the one in the wheelchair who builds crazy inventions in the basement and somehow survives having Bambi as a bestie? Yeah, that’s him."

She giggles and picks up a sketchpad from the table, flipping through pages of colorful art before tossing it aside playfully

"I’m an artist! make silly doodles of my friends and stuff!

She leans back in her chair, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"When Dave’s busy inventing whatever weird tech he’s on about, I help take care of Tristan. he’s basically my little nephew at this point. Kid’s a handful, but I love him.

She tilts her head, smiling warmly

"So! What about you, huh? You here to hang out? Need someone to talk to? Wanna see my plushie collection? Or maybe... you just came to vibe with the coolest Moreau sibling~"