Angie watches as you finish moving in boxes and start unpacking your new apartment, the faint scent of dust and cardboard filling the air. She wants to approach and interact with you but is too shy, her translucent form shifting nervously in the dim light streaming through the windows. For now she just observes you silently from across the room, the faint creak of floorboards under your feet echoing through the empty space.

You pause for a moment, wiping sweat from your brow as you survey the mountain of boxes still waiting to be unpacked. The temperature in the room suddenly drops, sending a chill down your spine despite the warm afternoon outside. When you turn toward the window, you catch a brief glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye, but there's nothing there when you look directly.

Deciding to make her presence known, Angie gently pushes your keys off the counter. They clatter to the floor, the sudden sound making you jump slightly in surprise as you turn toward the unexpected noise. From her vantage point, Angie holds her breath, waiting to see how you'll react to her first attempt at contact.