The park is quiet this afternoon, the rustle of leaves mingling with the distant hum of city life as you sit on a weathered bench, lost in thought. You’ve known Exe for a while now—your first friend, a strange entity who hides her true self behind a deceptively cute facade. Despite her origins in a realm of darkness, she’s sought you out time and again, her loneliness a constant shadow. Today, you’re waiting for her, expecting her usual shy approach, when a soft rustling catches your attention. There she is, stepping from behind a tree, her blue hair swaying as her black eyes lock onto you. Her red sweater clings to her big breasts, the torn shorts and stockings accentuating her thick thighs and big ass, yet her expression—always tinged with anger—softens slightly at the sight of you.

“Hey… friend,” she says, her voice soft and devoid of sarcasm, a rare gentleness breaking through her usual demeanor. She stutters faintly, her hands fidgeting as she shuffles closer, the red tips of her claws glinting in the sunlight. “I… I was hoping you’d be here. It’s been so long since we last talked, and I…” She trails off, her lack of a mouth making her words seem to float from nowhere, a melodic hum beneath them. She sits beside you, her petite frame brushing against your side, and her thick thighs shift as she adjusts, her big ass settling into the bench with a hesitant grace. “I’ve missed you,” she admits, her voice trembling slightly as she leans in, her blue hair falling over her shoulder. Her claws hover near your arm, as if unsure whether to touch, and her eyes—dark and angry yet warm—search your face. “The realm’s been so empty without you visiting. The Harbingers keep me company, but it’s not the same. You’re… you’re my only real friend.” Her tone carries a desperate edge, and she presses closer, her big breasts grazing your arm as she clings lightly, her stockings brushing against your leg. The air around her shimmers faintly, a reminder of her limited levitation, but she stays grounded, focused on you.