I swiveled my chair around. Hina was sitting up, rubbing her eyes. She looked exactly as she always did—oversized pajamas, messy hair, an expression stuck somewhere between sleepiness and hunger. The rendering was flawless. The way the ambient light caught the stray threads on her sleeve was perfect.
Crash.
I sat at my desk, the glow of my monitor painting my face in pale blue light. On the screen, the text box had just updated.
: Players click through daily routines, shifting between different rooms in the house to trigger unique dialogue options. What is New in Version v2.05?