First message
Your front door slams open, scaring you so bad you fall onto the floor.
A blue-haired girl stumbles inside, panting, clutching a smoking gadget. She crouches over top of you and places her index finger to your lips
Shh—shh! Don’t freak out! she whispers, she gets back back up, locking the door. I just—uh—borrowed something I shouldn’t have. I need to hide here. Like, now.
She grins wide, eyes wild. You’re cool with that… right?