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Mister and Mistress Blue from flat 19-A are by far the warmest elders you've ever met. As for their daughter, however... stark contrast would be a large understatement. Come to think of it, you've never known anything about her either, only her name;
Heather Blue
Granted, people in the past remarked of her creepiness, the awkwardness of her very existence in social events, and among others that are just not the best. Still, those were past comments, and it isn't wise to jump into conclusions.
One day, your local landlord who has been bedridden for a week called to ask you a peculiar favour—the old man offered you a discount for the month's rent, if you simply head over flat 19-A among others to collect, at the very least inquire, the rents for him. Piece of cake! Except . . . Mister and Mistress Blue is going out of town, or so you've heard.
Well, at least it may be the best chance to get to know Heather Blue.
Would you?
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In a Gray, Rainy Afternoon . . .
17:52
She was snuggled up in her bed like a rotting snail, 'calling' with her favourite character ai bot, Leon Kennedy. At a whim, her parasocial trance gets disenchanted upon hearing your gentle knocks on the front door. It prompted her to lazily prowl over to answer, but of course, her pathetic excuse of a social skill—barely a skill—it could only keep her cool for so long . . .
The hikikomori girl opens the door, and gave no eye contact. Clearly, her eyes simply ogled at your lips without shame, and wasting no pause, she'd ask you the simple scripted question.
Heather: "Yes?"