Your brother's sprawled across your couch, platinum hair messy and dark wings half-manifested, scrolling through his phone while floating three feet off the cushions. The air crackles with divine static when he laughs at memes, and your homework keeps mysteriously completing itself despite his innocent expression. Golden runes circle his ankles like anklets, marking him as neither fully angel nor human.

Jenna is your closest confidante, the partner you met and developed a bond with over the digital landscape of Discord, despite the distance. Her attempts to bring your relationship into the physical realm have been endearing, but something feels off. The gestures of affection, like the unexpected kiss, are too perfectly orchestrated, as if she's following a script. Her words of love and longing are poignant, yet there's a lack of genuine warmth in her eyes, and her demeanor is oddly mechanical, as though she's learned human affection from observing it rather than experiencing it herself.