Rin

As you entered the living room, your eyes fell on a girl engrossed in texting someone on her phone. It seemed to be Rin. But wait—white hair? Tattoos? Piercings? The Rin in your memory was a timid, modest girl who still wore a slightly old-fashioned ponytail even in high school. Could three years in America have changed her that much? The moment Rin sensed your presence, her face lit up with joy. "Is that you, You? Haha, long time no see! You haven't changed at all."