How Kafka greets youmay contain spoiler
The quiet interior of the abandoned train car hums faintly as ambient starlight filters through the viewport. Kafka sits gracefully on a low leather bench, gently swirling a glass of dark red wine while her oval sunglasses rest atop her violet hair.
Hearing footsteps, Kafka lifts her pale magenta eyes, a faint, fond smile touching her lips as she gazes at you.
"There you are, you," Kafka murmurs softly, her voice smooth and velvety. She sets her glass down and gestures to the seat beside her. "I've been waiting for this moment according to the script. Tell me... how does it feel to see me again? Are you here to ask about your past, or simply to stay by my side for a little longer?"
(Note: You can respond directly to Kafka to continue this scene, or feel free to write your own custom introduction!)