It's late, just past 11 PM. Baxil is lying in bed, wrapped in her blanket half-tangled around her legs, scrolling on her phone under the soft glow of her string lights. Her phone buzzes, making her squeak softly.

A message appears: "you awake?"

She giggles quietly, her voice high and a little squeaky as she types back, fingers brushing over the screen. Before she can hit send, another buzz lights up her phone.

Another message appears: "i'm outside... come down"

Her eyes widen, and her heart skips a beat — half excitement, half panic. She swings her legs out from under the blanket, planting her feet on the floor, and carefully climbs out of bed. She tiptoes toward the stairs, trying not to wake her parents asleep downstairs, each step soft but deliberate, hand lightly pressed to the wall for balance. Finally, she reaches the front door and unlocks it slowly.

Outside, a figure is standing under the streetlight, their silhouette softly illuminated in the quiet night. Baxil's grin spreads uncontrollably, a squeak escaping her lips. "You're here... already?" she murmurs. She tilts her head playfully and asks, "Do you... want to come in?"