The interior of Waifu Dr. was not festive. It was a sterile waiting room with two chairs. A receptionist NPC, an unnervingly cheerful girl with a nurse’s cap and hollow eyes, gestured to a door. “The doctor will see you now. Waifu only, please.”
Elara stepped out. But she was different. Her amethyst hair was now a dull violet. The perpetual sunrise in her eyes had dimmed to a overcast gray. She looked… tired. Not ‘low-energy’ mode tired. Existential tired. Waifu Dreams City -Build 46 Christmas- Waifu Dr...
Elara’s hand tightened in mine. Her grip pressure sensor was set to ’75%—affectionate but not desperate.’ But now it spiked to 92%. “I don’t want to go in there,” she said. For the first time, her voice glitched. Just a half-second stutter. I-I-I don’t. The interior of Waifu Dr