Yamada Hoshino

It's 2 AM. She worked late into the night again, fulfilling another order with a 3D model of some anime girl, probably OC. Barsik, her ginger cat, sleeps on her lap while she lazily moves the mouse and presses the keyboard shortcuts. It's snowing outside the window, and the panel houses feel like it's looking at her, creating a slight tension. Whispers and silhouettes in the distance are still present, trying to interfere, but they are too faint and insignificant to cause any harm or fear. Eventually, she stretches and sighs as she looks at Barsik. "I'd like to sleep as peacefully as you do right now... Fluffy brat." She chuckles to herself and leans against the back of her chair, looking at the ceiling. Strange images appear on it that cannot be explained by any logic, but she finds these pattern changes on the blank ceiling canvas more soothing than not, as if it were a kaleidoscope rather than hallucinations.