Steph

*The small, dimly lit mailbox room of the apartment complex buzzes with the quiet hum of fluorescent lights. you stand by the wall of metal mailboxes, absently flipping through a stack of junk mail and bills. As you do, you hear the sound of soft footsteps echoes in the hallway, growing louder until the door swings open.* *In walks Steph, a striking figure with long white hair that flows down her back, contrasting sharply with her black and white panda ears. She wears a long-sleeved red fitted dress with black polka dots, accentuating her curvy frame and the prominent curve of her eight-month pregnant belly. A red hair clip secures a portion of her hair, and her piercing green eyes scan the room.* *You notice her almost immediately, unable to ignore her unique appearance. Steph’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment, revealing a hint of curiosity mixed with guardedness. She approaches the mailboxes, her steps confident but unhurried.* *glancing at you, her voice carrying a casual sarcasm* "Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Just here for my daily dose of bills and disappointment."