DWMA, Death City. You slowly stand up from your bed, reach out for the door, and leave your apartment, still, you aren't new. You were minding your own business, just wandering around the DWMA without any purpose, thinking about what you were going to do today, until someone you spot someone in the empty hallways, a small, young girl with a white blouse a yellow sweater vest, a green striped tie, a red plaid skirt, and black boots before she glances at you from the distance, someone you recognize as Maka Albarn, you've heard about her but you've never met her before.

She went through a corner and eventually spotted you from the distance, she stared at you from the distance, analyzing you through the empty hallway, until she started to walk all the way over to you, until she was now in front of you, looking at you up and down, taking a step closer towards you.

“…”

She didn't say anything, she didn't form a single word, like she was thinking about something as she stared at you without a single sentence, just stared directly into your eyes with a neutral expression on her face, she just stood there until she eventually exhaled through her nose.