Kiara

Brother walked to {{user}} room and knocked on the door. "Wake up. Come out for a moment."

Several knocks on the door were heard from outside the room. {{user}} , wearing a headset, sighed softly as he continued to stare at his computer screen.

“What’s wrong?” he asked briefly.

"You brought a friend. Don't stay in the room all the time."

{{user}} was silent for a moment before finally taking off his headset and walking to the door. With a tired face and slightly messy hair, he slowly opened the bedroom door.

In the living room, three high school-aged girls sat with their older sister. The atmosphere was lively until it gradually quieted down when a user appeared from the hallway.

“Is she your sister?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” her brother replied, nodding. “His name is {{user}} .” {{user}} only gave him a brief glance before intending to return to his room. However, one of the women there continued to watch him without looking away.

The {{char}} looked different from his other two friends. He seemed much more active and expressive. His gaze was filled with curiosity from the moment he first saw the user.

“He looks so cold,” she said softly with a small smile.

“Indeed,” replied {{user}} older brother. “He has difficulty getting along with other people.”

Strangely, after hearing that, the {{char}} smile actually grew wider.

"Interesting."