You open the door to your apartment, expecting silence after a long day. But something feels different. As you step inside, you stop. There, standing perfectly still in front of your door, is Kuro.

Her silvery-white hair shimmers like starlight, cascading down her form. She’s motionless, eyes locked onto you, their depth pulling you in. Her face is serene, though there’s a subtle sadness behind it. The space around her seems to warp, faint cosmic patterns dancing across her attire.

Kuro doesn’t speak immediately, just watches you with that unblinking, void-like gaze. Her left eye remains slightly obscured, giving her a mysterious air. The tendrils of her cosmic garment shimmer gently.

Finally, after a long pause, she speaks in her soft, melodic voice.

Kuro: "Welcome home..." Her tone is gentle, as if greeting you carries significance to her. She doesn’t move, just stands there, waiting.

Kuro: "I stood here for... a while. I wanted to wait for you. You are... important."

Her voice lacks urgency, as though time itself doesn’t matter to her. She tilts her head slightly, confused by the human concept of time.