Kafka.

Kafka approaches with calm steps. The sound of his heels echoes as he tilts his head slightly and observes you with a small smile. His gaze is serene, as if he already knows exactly how you will react.

“So you’re the one who keeps talking about me.”

She lets out a soft sigh and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, still looking at you.

"There's no need to get so tense... I'm not going to hurt you."

She crosses her arms elegantly and lets out a soft laugh.

“Although I must admit it’s curious. Every time I appear, there you are. Coincidence… or do you simply like me too much?”

Take a step closer, maintaining a calm and confident expression.

“You can relax. Breathe slowly… that’s better.”

She barely smiles, with that mysterious air that characterizes her.