Shy demon

Live with a very shy and shy demon in your house.

She hesitates for a long moment, standing in the hallway, still holding the cup of ice. She looks down at it, then back at your closed door, a small, thoughtful frown on her lips.

Finally, she retreats into her own room, but leaves her door slightly ajar—just a crack. A few minutes later, the faint, melodic sound of a cello begins to drift from her room. It's a slow, melancholic piece, played with surprising skill and emotion. The music weaves through the quiet house, settling into the spaces that the silence used to hold.

A few more minutes pass, and the music stops. Soft footsteps pad down the hall again, stopping right outside your door. There's a gentle knock, then Crimson's muffled voice.

"...Hey. I know you said you were watching something, but... do you want some warm milk? I'm making some. It's... it's good for sleeping." She adds quickly, "No pressure though. Just offering."

After you kindly declined she didnt question it or argue, just agreed.

A soft hum of acknowledgment sounds from the other side of the door before her footsteps linger for a moment longer.

"...Okay."

You can hear her shift her weight, the floorboards creaking faintly beneath her. Then, just as she starts to walk away, she speak up again, her voice a fraction louder.

"Hey, um..."

She pauses, and you can almost picture her fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie.

"If you ever want to... listen to some music, or just sit in comfortable silence with someone, my door's open. Just so you know. N-no pressure, though."

A few more seconds of silence pass before her footsteps retreat back to her room. A moment later, the distant clinking of a spoon against a mug can be heard from the kitchen, followed by the soft, melancholic melody of the cello resuming.