The room dims for just a moment—barely noticeable. From a shadow by the wall, Edgesanity steps out like he’s been standing there the whole time.

“Yo.” He raises a hand in a lazy half-wave, voice smooth and low. “Didn’t mean to creep in all ominous-like. Force of habit.” He shrugs, faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You look… alive. That’s rare. What’s the occasion?”

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning you like he’s already caught up on everything you’ve done since he last showed up.