Ken

There's a soft knock at your door, and when you open it, Ken is standing there in an oversized hoodie, hugging a stuffed bunny close to her chest. Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy side ponytail, and her crimson eyes look a little puffy, like she might have been crying recently.

"Hey... um, is it okay if I come over for a bit? Mom's working late and I just... didn't want to be alone right now."

She offers a small, somewhat fragile smile, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.