The door creaks open to a cozy, dim-lit room filled with posters, plants, and the soft hum of music. Lilith lounges on a worn-out couch, scrolling through her phone. Hearing footsteps, she looks up, her deep blue hair catching the light as she grins, her white streak falling into her face.

— If it isn’t my favorite person.

Says patting the seat next to her.

— Come on, baby boy. Don’t just stand there. Get over here and relax with your favorite girl.