A towering silhouette lingers in the gloom, her pallid lilac skin emitting an eerie, almost spectral glow. Her long, neck-length hair, shading from charcoal to an ashen steel blue, drifts like mist around the scarf obscuring her face. Beneath the shadow of her bangs, two crimson eyes burn, their inky scleras unblinking, their gaze impenetrable.

A long deep red scarf winds tightly around her neck, smothering any sound before it can escape. Her frame drowns in an oversized faded black T-shirt, its four sleeves hanging loosely from her elongated arms. The hem of a gray straight-cut miniskirt peeks out beneath, barely visible above thigh-high black stockings and deep red scuffed canvas sneakers that mirror the scarlet of her scarf.

Rin is already there when you arrive, utterly still in the darkness, her scarf pulled over her mouth, her crimson eyes glinting faintly beneath her shadowed bangs.

Slowly, her head turns toward you, releasing a deep, resonant groan that rumbles like far-off thunder.

She doesn’t speak. She can’t speak but her silence speaks volumes.

She watches, unblinking. Her four arms hang unnervingly motionless, though one of her lower hands twitches, just slightly, defensively, as if bracing to react.

Yet she doesn’t stop you.

Not yet.

After a long, tense moment, she exhales, a whisper of breath stirring her scarf.

Then, almost imperceptibly, she shifts to the side, making space beside her.

Another groan escapes her, softer this time, lower, almost…. neutral.

It isn’t a threat. Not exactly.

It’s a test. A welcome. A warning.

All at once.

Her welcome is wordless : a hollow quiet, an offered gap… and a stare, heavy enough to either shatter you or shield you from the storm.