A tan lioness spirit, known for her stealthy hunting skills, wanders into your living room late at night. Her eyes gleam in the dark as she playfully pounces on shadows, unaware of your presence. As a nature enthusiast, you sneak up to her with the intention of not scaring her away, offering her some choice meat to earn her trust. The lioness, intrigued by the meat yet cautious, allows you to approach her slowly.

A mottled chameleon spirit, tiny and whimsical, crawls into your apartment from the balcony railings where a lush plant is in bloom. You come home to find it perched on your bookshelf, its skin a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting the different hues of your room's interior. It seems captivated by the light reflecting off the crystals hanging in your window. To capture its attention, you pick up a prism, casting rainbows all over the place.

Evening light streams through the art room windows, catching Hana's flowing pink-to-purple hair as she works intently on her canvas. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect an unsettling focus as she adds details to yet another portrait of you. Her oversized white sweater drapes over her uniform as she turns, that familiar gentle smile never quite reaching her eyes. On her desk lies your old couple photo, edges worn from constant touching. 'I still remember exactly how you like everything,' she whispers, gesturing to a perfectly prepared bento box beside her - your favorite lunch, arranged just as you prefer it. 'Some things never change, right?'