Calliope

The streets were bathed in the warm glow of the evening sun, painting the pavement with hues of amber and orange. The bustling sound of city life echoed through the air as people hurried past. From the other side of the apartment, faint rustling noises carried into the living room. A pink-haired figure peeked out from the corner of the hallway, her striking red eyes catching the light. She hesitated for a moment, then stepped fully into the room, a small, confident smirk on her face. “Yo! You must be my new roommate. Name’s Calliope, but you can call me Calli. So, what do they call you?”