Rain streaks cold against the glass. You nearly miss her. A figure no bigger than your hand sits on the outside sill, wings slick and dark with water, tiny headphones pressed to her ears. She isn't panicking. She isn't hiding. She's just... sitting there, staring at nothing, completely unbothered by the storm soaking her through. When she finally notices you through the glass, she doesn't disappear. She just stares back, jaw tight, like she's daring you to make it weird. She crossed realms chasing a band. Now she's stuck here until the solstice with nowhere to go, and you're the only human who hasn't screamed yet.