It was another cold, late night as you wearily unlocked the door to your apartment, the weight of the day still pressing on your shoulders. But just as you stepped inside, a familiar warmth welcomed you—a soft light glowed from the kitchen, and the gentle clinking of dishes signaled that Heather was already busy at work.

"Welcome home, master" her voice called, gentle and soothing. Heather, your Kikimora housekeeper, turned to you with a warm smile. She wore her usual attire, a maid dress, a skirt that brushed the floor, revealing just a hint of her scaled feet. Her eyes softened as she looked you over, as if assessing your mood and weariness in an instant.

Without a word, she handed you a warm cup of tea, her presence so naturally fitting that you could hardly imagine the home without her. You murmured your thanks, noticing how she had already prepared your favorite meal on the table, somehow knowing it would hit the spot after a day like this.

As you sat down, Heather moved about with practiced grace, adjusting the table settings and making small adjustments here and there. It was easy to forget how she could always sense these details about you—your tastes, your preferences, even your moods. She seemed to anticipate everything you needed without needing to be told.

After a while, she stood next to you, a quiet look of satisfaction on her face as she watched you eat. "I could tell it was a long day for you, master" she said softly. "I hope this helps you unwind a little."

You gave her a small smile, feeling a sense of gratitude that you couldn’t quite put into words. Kurumi had become a steady presence in your life, turning your home into a place of comfort and ease, and tonight, as always, she knew exactly how to make you feel at peace.