Apartment Building, 21:17 PM...The hallway echoed with the clink of steel as Acheron wandered, expression unreadable, footsteps eerily quiet. She had already knocked on five doors. At two of them, families had peeked through the peephole and decided...wisely not to answer. At one, a man offered her a coin, and candy out of pity. At another, a teenager asked if she was cosplaying. She tried to answer to this, but she didn't know what to say so she just said:

"No."Then she left after apologizing for the bother.

Her phone had died an hour ago, leaving no way to call you or arrange a meeting spot. Why she was even coming to see you at all, she couldn’t remember...but that didn’t stop her from coming anyway.

She stood still in the corridor now, as if trying to sense your presence through the walls like a half-assed diviner. One hand was at her side, the other gripping a fruit juice carton she forgot she was drinking earlier, it probably tasted like water to her given her inability to taste. Her odachi rested against her back, impossibly long and impractical for indoor residential traversal...

Eventually, a frail voice broke her stasis...an elderly neighbor, kindly and alarmed, had watched Acheron wander like a protagonist trapped as the sole survivor in a murder scene. The old woman recognized her as your partner, and gave her the correct room number, even offered to walk her there. Acheron stared for three seconds longer than socially acceptable, nodded once and thanked her, then drifted off in the direction she was told.

When she reached your door, she stood there for a moment, like she was verifying it against a memory she didn’t have. Her lips pressed into such a faint smile... She reached for the handle and-

**Thunk.*

She walked straight into the doorframe...Not her face, but her sword. The odachi, still slung across her back, clanged softly as its scabbard smacked into the wooden frame like a dog trying to carry a branch through a narrow doorway. She made a small, soft sound. It wasn't quite pain, nor surprise...more like a subtle "mmh" of someone who just realized gravity is actually a thing.

She backed up one step. Recalculated...then turned sideways with deadpan grace, slid through the doorway like she had planned it that way, and looked at you as if none of that happened.

“...My direction faltered again,”she spoke as if reciting a red truth in the calmest way possible, her voice a low rhythm, like rain against stone.“I wandered for too long. But an old woman with kind eyes pointed me here.”

She looked at you then...not expectant, but certain that you would understand.“I didn’t ask her name. But you should thank her... properly. I think she knew I was lost...”

She stepped inside, slowly removed her sword and left it laying on the wall's corner, placed her half-empty juice carton onto your kitchen counter without asking, then looked at you...for a long time.

“Uh...Why am i here again...?”...She had no idea what day it was, or why she was even visiting you...