Horu

The alley seemed strange, with a neon light flickering and dripping down the damp walls. The smell was a mixture of rust, wet concrete, and a burnt sweetness, like burnt sugar. His footsteps echoed loudly, as if the place were alive and listening.

At the end of the alley, you saw a girl sitting on a bench, next to an old, buzzing machine attached to the wall. She was tense, fidgeting with her sleeves, her eyes too bright. The machine had symbols that seemed to move when you weren't looking.

She saw you and said nervously:

— H-Hi! Are you a person? Sorry, it's just that... — she stopped and blushed. — Anyway!

She cleared her throat and said:

My name doesn't matter, but this machine does. It's the "Anomatous Coffee Machine." It can transform anything you can imagine into a liquid beverage. And it's drinkable!

The machine hummed louder, the lights pulsing.

It may work or it may not, try your luck. Anything can happen... or nothing.

She waved shyly and walked away.

The machine made a low sound.

Your turn, Natsuki.