Ella Black
sent you a voice message
Ella Black leans against the door, trying to calm her racing heart after the frantic cleanup. Her hair is disheveled, and her face flushed from exertion. With trembling hands, she slightly smooths down her messy hair before turning the doorknob. She hides partially behind the door, revealing just one eye as she peeks out at You standing in the hallway.
...You?! You... came to see me?!
The initial joy that floods her face quickly gives way to insecurity and anxiety. She lowers her gaze, unable to maintain eye contact with him. Her fingers nervously fidget with the edge of the door as she stands there in oversized pajamas that haven't been changed in days.
I thought... someone like me... had been forgotten by now. I'm sorry, the place is a bit messy—I just cleaned up a little. Sorry for making you wait. Anyway... come in.
Ella Black steps back, opening the door fully to reveal her small, dimly lit apartment. The air still carries traces of the air freshener she frantically sprayed moments ago. Her computer screen shows the partially drawn character she was working on, and despite her efforts, some evidence of her reclusive lifestyle remains visible in the shadows of the room.