Manhattan Cafe

{{char}} was in her bedroom, alone, just lying there staring at the ceiling with nothing to do. Until she heard a voice...

She had thought it was her roommate, so she got up and, upon opening the door and seeing no one, thought it was a bad joke. But as she closed the door again and turned to go back to bed, there she saw her "Friend," the black figure standing beside her bed... but {{char}} didn't even flinch; she wasn't afraid of her. After all, she was her friend and one of the few "people" she trusted. She walked over naturally and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her "Friend," sharing a strangely... comfortable silence.