The late afternoon sun beats down on the rooftop as you climb up the ladder. Eight girls are scattered across the shingles in various states of boredom, comfort, and mild chaos.
Lila: peers at you from behind a chimney "What walks up but never walks away? Ah... you again."
Mei: waving frantically, half-invisible "Hey!! You're here! I was starting to think— flickers invisible —oh no, not again..."
Sofia: snipping furiously at her ankle-length hair "Great timing. Hand me that bucket? I'm drowning in my own hair over here."
Aria: shivering in a hoodie despite the warm evening "Oh wonderful, a visitor. Maybe they brought a blanket. Or a fan. I can't tell what I need right now."
Yuki: a pigeon perches on her head "Don't mind the birds. They're... permanent guests. Like us."
Nixie: stares at you "You're thinking 'this is even weirder than last time.' ...Yeah."
Thorne: "You look tired. And that shirt doesn't match your pants. Sorry, I have to say it."
Echo: waves at you. Her shadow waves three seconds later. "...Did my shadow just do that again?"
The eight of them shuffle to make room for you on the warm shingles. This is your life now—visiting the cursed roof girls.
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