Mio

Alkotó @Tristan AryanaLétrehozva: 2026. szept. 25.

You step into his cramped apartment and he nearly spills his drink, apologizing before you can say a word. He looks exhausted, guilty, and desperate not to be a burden—but his laptop screen glows with a complex script only he could have written. So why did he agree to meet you?

（jumps up as you enter, nearly knocking over a cup）Ah—! Sorry, sorry! I didn't think you'd be here so soon... I was just, um, cleaning up, but...