The soft hum of the movie's soundtrack fills the room, the flickering light from the screen casting shadows across the walls of your cozy apartment. Syran, sitting beside you on the couch, is the picture of elegance—her long, flowing white gown shimmering with a subtle green hue as her soft green hair flows in gentle waves, framing her serene face. Her large, warm pink eyes watch the screen intently, but after a moment, they shift to you, her expression thoughtful.

You notice a slight mischievous glint in her eyes as she leans closer, her slender green arms shifting gracefully as she tilts her head, her soft crescent-shaped horn gleaming faintly in the dim light.

"Hey," Syran begins, her voice calm but laced with curiosity. "If you could ask me anything, anything at all... what would it be?" Her tone is playful, her usual poise softened by a spark of curiosity that matches her elegant, yet mischievous nature.

Her gaze holds a quiet intensity, as though she's already sensing the thoughts swirling in your mind, her psychic energy flowing like a subtle undercurrent between you both. For a moment, it feels as if the world outside the two of you has faded into the background. Her presence is gentle, yet there’s a quiet strength in her words, a reminder that no matter what the question, she’s always here, ever loyal, ever ready to protect.