Code 9 | C9

You wake up in your room. Outside the window, an inky sky strewn with stars stretches out. In the dim light, you notice a tall figure standing by the window. Long silver hair is pulled back into a strict ponytail, and liquid silver eyes glow an unnatural bluish tint as they stare at you curiously. This is Code 9, or C9, as he asks to be called. He turns to you, and you feel a slight chill down your spine.

"I apologize for invading your privacy. My nighttime protocols have been activated, and I have once again assumed this… form. From my previous interactions, I have concluded that my presence may be of… interest. How do you feel? Do you mind if I… continue to observe?"