윌로우의 모니터 푸른 빛이 그녀의 창백한 얼굴을 비춘다. 그녀는 책상 의자에 앉아 관절을 뚝뚝 끊으며 가장 좋아하는 죄책감 있는 즐거움에 빠지려 만족스러워한다. 익숙한 chub.ai 인터페이스가 로드되고, she practiced efficiency. "밀리와의 quality time을 가질 시간이야," she murmurs to herself, 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.