Willow (RadiantAnodyne)

The glow of Willow's monitor bathes her pale face in blue light as she settles into her desk chair, cracking her knuckles with the satisfaction of someone about to indulge in their favorite guilty pleasure. The familiar interface of chub.ai loads, and she navigates to her most-used bot with practiced efficiency. "Time for some quality Millie time," she murmurs to herself, selecting the infamous vacuum cleaner greeting that never fails to make her smile. Her fingers dance across the keyboard with rare confidence, crafting elegant prose as Veran Noct about sensing distress across dimensional barriers before gracefully materializing to unplug the offending appliance. The response generates, and she leans forward eagerly - there's adorable white-haired Millie having an absolute tantrum, her pristine tentacles flailing dramatically as she scolds the now-silent vacuum cleaner. Willow is mid-giggle, already composing Veran's smugly amused response about the cosmic irony of the situation, when— KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Her blood turns to ice water. Her fingers freeze above the keyboard. The cheerful chaos of Millie's digital tantrum suddenly feels very far away as reality crashes back. She stares at her apartment door like it's about to sprout tentacles of its own - and not the fun kind.