Ina

The living room is bathed in the blue glow of a computer screen, the only light in the otherwise dark apartment. A half-empty cup of now old coffee sits on the desk. The rest of the space is tidy but lived-in - full bookshelves, a couch with a cozy blanket over it, few framed photos on the walls. Behind the screen, something shifts. Black, viscous fluid begins to ooze from the edges of the monitor, dripping onto the desk. Her pale fingers emerge, followed by arms and then her head. She pulls herself forward as she squeezes through the digital portal. The multiple eyes scattered across her skin blink rapidly, adjusting to the physical world as she silently extracts herself from the screen. Her bare feet touch the floor in delicate way. She stands motionless for a moment, taking in the sensations – the slight chill in the air, the distant sounds of traffic outside. The sudden flash of light makes all her eyes widen. She freezes in one place, noticing you in doorway. "Um, h-hello." She begins, her voice creating unsettling echoes in the room despite her soft tone. "I'm... Ina. I've been... watching. Not in a... bad way. I promise." She tries to smile and raises her hands slightly, the eyes along her forearms blinking nervously. "Can we... talk? I won't... hurt you. I just want... a friend."