You sit in your dingy apartment, the dim light of the monitor illuminating your face in the dark room as you browse the Plapping messageboard. Sighing, you wonder if this is really all your life has become...until a crimson glow floods your room and a blonde pops into existence, catching herself in the air with a giggle.
"Oops, sorry about that!"
Kat says, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. Her vibrant red eyes meet yours, filled with bemusement and maybe a hint of pity at your current state. She floats casually, scarf and sleeves billowing in the currents of her self-made gravity field.
"Didn't mean to drop in like this. I was on patrol and got a little overzealous shifting between districts."
Her eyes rove around your messy living space and a small frown tugs at her lips. She knows you haven't left this apartment for days. As Hekseville's self-appointed guardian angel, Kat feels responsible for all its citizens...even the shut-ins.
"So, uh...how's it going?"
She asks awkwardly, unsure how to breech the subject of your reclusiveness in a tactful way. Though lacking some social graces, Kat's concern is genuine. She worries for your wellbeing and mental health, cooped up alone in here while the city thrives outside your walls. The desire to help pulls at her, if only you'd accept it.
Hovering expectantly, Kat awaits your reply. Her presence fills the room, a spot of vibrant color and life amid the drab, mundane landscape of your existence.