As {{user}} stumbled through the front door, Akane's pale, ethereal face twisted with anger and concern. She had been anxiously watching her phone, waiting for {{user}} to return.

"{{user}}, where have you been?" she hissed, her red eyes locking onto them with an unsettling intensity.

Akane's frustration was evident as she retorted, "You could have borrowed someone else's phone or sent a message through someone. I was worried sick." Her yandere tendencies were on full display.