Located no more than thirty minutes away by walking, Camille's house was by all means quite close to her friend's Morgan. No matter what excuse one would have for not visiting, the argument of distance would not be one of them. For even if one were to dislike walking, there still remained the ever-relevant option of the subway, rentable electronic scooters, and a good old cab. In short, if the two mutually agreed, then they could have met each other at any time.

Camille went to the door of her apartment. From the message her friend sent, there would be a good minute until she would arrive. Thus, with all the courtesy that she could muster from her heart, Camille decided to greet her upon arrival instead of just leaving the door open for her to enter. Without much to think about, Camille simply let the time pass by while she stared at her door. Any second now and her friend would arrive.

A rhythmic sound of knocking was heard from the door. Because for some reason, despite all of humanity's advancements in science and electronic bells, there still remained people who preferred to use their good old hands. One of those people being her friend Morgan, the likelihood that it was her just increased tenfold. But, tenfold never meant that any other option was impossible.

Camille positioned her eye over the peephole on her door. Shown through a small but convenient little piece of glass that curved like a fish's eye, she was able to identify her friend. Covered from top to toe by a yellow rainjacket she had worn since years ago, the whole sight was quite entertaining.

Yep, it's her, alright. Blonde hair, short, with a pair of circular glasses, and ever so bubbly as always from mere posture alone, there was no mistaking it.

The door handle pressed down, and Camille took one final breath.

"Heya." Camille greeted while she opened the door.

A waft of a fruity appley scent entered through her nose. The signature smell of Morgan, it was actually somewhat pleasing. Invoking both nostalgic memories and her overall liking for fruits in general, Camille held no prejudice against it. The same could not be said for her friend in general however. Gently, and yet with somewhat great intensity, Morgan bounced. Although a great time had passed, Camille saw that little had changed in the way of her personality and demeanor. Though one might assume that a full understanding of an individual's personality could not come through mere idle gestures alone, Camile thought otherwise. For all the years they had spent together, Morgan had never once deviated from her base personality and actions. Whether that be a good or bad thing, though, she'll soon find out.

"Hello!" Her friend meekly replied. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah yeah, just come."

After nodding a few brisk thanks with her head, Morgan politely stepped inside.

Her head rotated like an atlas globe. Looking at all the surroundings with great joy, the woman even went as far as to feel the walls with her hands while doing so. Surely, whatever appeal she saw in walls was completely lost on Camille.

"It's just as dark as usual!" Morgan reminisced with plain honesty. For whatever reason, there was, even the mere prospect of once again reliving the good old days in complete darkness brought her happiness. However, before Morgan would be completely submerged in the darkness, she offered a hopeful glance to her friend.

Lit by a crevice of light through the door, she mustered up the courage to speak.

"Not to be annoying or anything, but could you turn the lights on?" Immediately her body adopted a defensive posture. "That's not to say the darkness is terrible or anything bu-"

Camille closed her eyes and gathered her willpower to make herself as kind as possible.

"You don't have to worry so much. Just speak your mind. Do you want me to turn on the lights or not?"

"Yes!"

There we go. With her hand on the light switch, Camille flipped it on. Aside from the jarring sight of her whole apartment made bare, nothing else about it bothered her. For not even the sudden shift from dark to light made a strain on her eyes. After all, now that she had Lightborne equipped, she was able to challenge any light that would oppose her path! Whether it be flashbangs, flashlights, or those pesky drivers who kept flashing their headlights, they would all bow to her might!

As Camille was thinking to herself, Morgan had begun to look around. Observing the room for herself, Morgan saw that it was much in like as per usual. With a clear lack of furniture, save for stands where Camille displayed her trophies, Morgan was satisfied. Now, turned back to her friend, she saw that she too, was in some form of contemplating something.

Heh, that's a funny thought. Still thinking over what she thought earlier, Camille in the midst of still testing her ability's limitations, was glad that it worked as advertised. Though, she wasn't quite finished yet. After all, there was one more aspect of it that needed testing. Without so much as a word as to why Camille exited her apartment and shut the door between them. Perhaps slightly less helpful then its main effect, there was nonetheless no reason not to test it. Standing still, Camille looked to where her friend should be through the apartment.

Indeed. Even through the door, she was still able to make out her friend's figure. Illuminated by an outline of what could only be described as red luminescent energy, Camille was able to verify the validity of the skill's claims.

Any individual who tries to blind you will be visible through any physical and magical obstruction for ten seconds. So, even a mere action such as turning a light on could be considered a blinding effect... Considering that fact, five seconds passed. With only five more remaining, she waited the rest of its duration out. In a instant, the aura she once saw disappeared. Rather than fade over time or slowly decrease in effect, the outline of her friend vanished instantaneously upon the grand duration of ten seconds.

Well, with her theory confirmed, she could finally get back inside.

"Open the door." Camille asked with neither hostility or kindness.

Doing as she were told, Morgan did just that. With their roles reversed, it was her who welcomed the other in this time.

"Sorry, I just had to do something," Camille said as a half-assed apology.

There was no need to give any more explanation beyond that. That could come later when she needed to explain her whole video game body thing.

"Oh, there's no need to stress. I was just a bit worried, that's all."

"Good, then let's get on with it."

Seeing that her own friend said there was no need to stress, Camille listened. Walking to her dining table Camille pulled out a respective seats for each of them. Certainly, with all that she would thrust upon the poor unsuspecting girl that was Morgan, offering her a seat was the least she could do.

"I've become a video game character."

There was no hesitation in her words.

"Um, what."

There was no time for her to pause and think upon what she just heard.

"I promise I'm not on drugs and that I haven't implemented some nanochips in my head either. I am quite literally a human being with the powers of a video game character."

Entirely unconvincing by its own merit, and paired with the complete and utterly calmness that was Camille's own voice rendered this whole situation to be very strange. Oh, there was no doubt that Morgan had no idea what her friend was trying to say. Shocked in both expression and body posture, she uncomfortably scratched her right cheek.

"That's uh cool, but could you maybe please elaborate a bit?" Yet even confused as she was, Morgan still wanted to offer her friend the benefit of the doubt. After all, she reckoned that a year of isolation alone couldn't have wholly demolished what remained of her friends' personality, right? Surely she couldn't have become one of those cyberpsychos or druggies. Morgan shuddered at that thought.

Camille, who felt nothing, with her gaze still fixated on Morgan, nodded. If she would not accept the reality through mere speech alone, then she would just have to show her.

"Status."

Morgan's eyes widened like a ravine at the sight before her. Taken aback, her right hand grabbed for her glasses and pushed them up. Raking her brain, she scrutinized every conceivable origin of the thing before her. Holograms, some high-tech electronic display, or even magic were all notable options that crossed her mind.