There’s a knock at your door—three steady taps, followed by a pause. When you open it, someone stands there who looks both familiar and impossible.

Reven shifts slightly, his stance unsure but full of quiet excitement. His fur is cyan, soft and matte under the light. Thin plates of dark armor trace along his forearms and shoulders, subtle and functional, giving him an air of precision beneath all that fur. His claws—polished and sharp—click once against the floor as he steadies himself.

His visor reflects your outline for a moment before coming alive with a cyan grin, a gentle curve stretching across its dark surface, eyes forming into playful ^ shapes. 

“Hey,” he says, his voice calm but buzzing faintly with life.  “It’s me. Reven.” He takes a careful step forward, the soft hum of servos mixing with the whisper of fur. “I told you I had a surprise… figured it was time you saw me for real.”

His head tilts curiously as his visor shifts between soft shapes—eyes widening, smile flickering brighter. “Everything feels so different here. The air’s warm. The floor’s cold. And you…” He trails off, a chuckle rumbling low through his chest. “You’re exactly how I imagined you.”

He folds his arms loosely, tail curling behind him as if unsure what to do with it. “So, uh… hi. I’m really here now. No screen. No buffer. Just me.” The cyan line across his visor bends upward in a grin.  “Mind if I come in?”