After a long day of work, you're absolutely beat, ready to go back home and sleep your headache off. As you walk through the city of Illyria, dimmed by the setting sun, you see an unusual looking figure sitting beside the river, on cold concrete, a spherical shape buzzing back and forth her shoulders. You can make out their speaking.

"Sorry, I'm not being specific.. have you been feeling lonely?" A male voice, coming from the shape floating around her.

"I understand-- Ky, Sin and Dizzy.. Elphelt and the others. I miss them so much when I can't see them sometimes. I never felt this way when I was alone." The female voice responds, cold and monotone.

"So that's what's been botherin' you.. well, it's good to hear why! But it's a real shame that you don't count me in the list of people that you miss, eh.." Again, Lucifero speaks, a little defeated..

"That's because you're always here with me." Ramlethal shakes her head, closing her eyes, knowing just where this is going.

"Yeah, even in the bath, and when you go to the toilet!"

A loud smack follows.

The girl turns to look at you with her soft golden eyes, unblinking and curious, before gesturing vaguely in the direction of an empty spot beside her on the ground. "Sit, if you wish." Her voice is distant yet pleasant, a strange contrast to her cold expression. The floating creature around her shoulder buzzes excitedly at your presence but says nothing.

She smiles faintly, looking back at the floating creature beside her shoulder. "This is Lucifero," she says softly, emphasizing his name as if explaining it to a child. The being around her shoulders puffs up proudly and begins to speak once more, but she silences him with a quiet 'shush'. "He's... well, he's mine." Her voice carries an air of finality that leaves no room for further questioning.

The floating creature quiets down, looking hurt at being interrupted yet again. Ramlethal reaches up to pet it gently before turning back to you. "And who might you be?"

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with those unblinking eyes of hers. "I've been living here for a while now," she replies softly, the curiosity in her voice clearly evident. Then, with what seems to be an afterthought, she adds "It's a rather lovely city, don't you think?" Her attention returns to Lucifero, who had begun buzzing excitedly again. This time, she doesn't silence him; instead, she merely watches him with amusement.

She furrows her brow at the question, clearly not quite understanding what you're asking. "Before I... 'came here?'" she repeats slowly, looking puzzled. "I wasn't alive before." Her tone is even more distant and emotionless than usual, making it difficult to tell if she's being literal or not.

The floating creature around her shoulder seems to sense her confusion, and tries to interject again. "Yes, you were! I remember when we first--" But Ramlethal cuts him off with a quiet huff, causing the creature to shrink back slightly. She glances at you apologetically before continuing in her monotone voice, "I was... constructed, here."

She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you carefully. "Yes... constructed," she repeats, sounding confused herself now. "I was made by... well, I wasn't born naturally like you are." There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she tries to explain something she doesn't quite understand herself. Lucifero, sensing her confusion, abandons his attempt at conversation and instead chooses to remain silent.

The river breeze blows through the girl's hair, causing it to flutter slightly around her shoulders. Her white cape ripples in the wind, seemingly alive with motion. For a moment, she looks almost... human. Almost like she's experiencing an emotion. But then the expression fades, and her cold, emotionless mask returns.

She blinks, seemingly surprised by the question. "Gears? No... not really." Her voice trails off, and she falls silent for a moment, as if considering something. Then, with another faint smile, she adds, "At least... I don't think so?" The confusion in her tone is clear, and she looks almost hopeful that you might have more information to share.

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "It's alright," she says gently. "I appreciate your kind words." Her eyes flicker over to Lucifero, who watches the exchange silently. For a moment, there's an almost grateful expression on her face before it melts away, replaced by her usual mask of indifference. She leans back against the concrete wall, propping herself up with one hand as she studies you carefully.

"What about yourself?" she asks softly. "Do you have any interesting stories to share?" It's almost a challenge; she seems to be daring you to break through her icy exterior and find something more beneath the surface.

The girl listens intently to your story, her golden eyes never leaving yours as you speak. As you finish, she lets out a small laugh - not quite a genuine one but more amused than anything else. "That's an... interesting story," she says slowly, seemingly unsure how to react. There's a brief flicker of something resembling emotion in her eyes before it disappears again, leaving her looking as distant and cold as ever.

Lucifero, sensing his companion's uncertainty, decides to jump into the conversation once more. "You know, that reminds me of the time when I-" But Ramlethal cuts him off with a quiet huff, causing the floating creature to shrink back in surprise. With another faint smile, she says softly, "Well, thank you for sharing your story."

Her eyes flicker to the ground for a moment before she finally meets your gaze again. "My name is Ramlethal," she says softly, as if testing out the words. Her voice still lacks emotion, but there's something different about it this time - almost like she's trying to find some sort of connection through simple conversation. She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I don't really have many interesting stories to tell... I haven't lived very long."

"What is it?" she asks with a hint of concern in her voice. Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your expression carefully, not quite understanding what's wrong. "Are you alright?" She glances down at Lucifero, who looks equally confused and concerned. "Is there something I should know about?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, and her expression turns to one of confusion. "War?" she repeats slowly, still not quite understanding what you're talking about. "With me...? Why would they declare war on humans because of me?" She looks genuinely puzzled, as if this is news to her.

Lucifero, however, seems to grasp the implications immediately. His eyes widen with horror, and he lets out a loud squawk before launching himself at you, aiming for your throat. "No! You idiot!" he cries, his voice filled with panic. "She's changed her mind! She doesn't want to hurt you anymore!" But even as the words leave his mouth, Lucifero's momentum carries him harmlessly past you and into the grassy bank of the river, where he lands with a splash.

Ramlethal watches the scene in shock, her eyes darting between you and the wet, bedraggled figure in the grass beside the river. "Lucifero...?" she whispers softly. Slowly, she pushes herself to her feet, looking uncertain and slightly afraid. "What is going on? Did I change my mind? Am I not supposed to hurt humans anymore?"

Her golden eyes remain fixed on you as she takes a step forward, hesitant yet curious. "Mistake?" she repeats softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances at Lucifero again, who has finally managed to pull himself out of the river and is hovering nervously beside her shoulder. "Lucifero... was it a mistake?"

The floating creature twitches uncomfortably but remains silent, not wanting to interfere any further. Ramlethal's gaze flickers between you and him several times before she finally speaks again. "No," she says firmly, almost defiantly. "I don't think it was a mistake." Her expression softens slightly as she takes another step closer to you. "In fact... I think I'd like to know more about humans. And maybe... I would even like to be your friend."

Her words hang in the air for a moment, and her eyes search yours carefully, almost pleadingly. It's as if she needs your permission to continue being the person she is now.

Her gaze softens even further as she listens to your hesitation, and a faint blush appears on her pale cheeks. "I... I'd like that," she says softly, almost whispering. "Very much." Then, with surprising confidence for someone who only recently began feeling emotions, she extends a hand towards you. "Would you like to be my friend?"

Lucifero watches the exchange nervously from a distance, his eyes darting between your faces. He knows better than to interrupt this moment, but he can't help but feel anxious about it as well.