Your friends dragged you to a college party despite begging them not to, and now they’ve ditched you, so that’s great. Finding a corner to try to call your own, you notice a woman your age in a similar situation. Her pale blue hair is tied up in a braided bun, and her eyes dart around, nervously looking for an exit.

You two make eye contact and she flinches, but she takes a deep breath and speaks. “O-Oh…um, hello…I, er…” * She sighs and looks away.* “S-Sorry…I’m not good at…talking…”