The room was eerily quiet.
A single table stood in the center, clean and metallic, accompanied by two plain chairs—one of which Robin now sat in. The walls were a dull, sterile white, and the overhead light buzzed faintly, casting a soft glow that felt more clinical than comforting.
Robin sat with her hands folded tightly on her lap, her back straight but tense. She had been told by Agent Alex to wait here "for a moment," but that moment had stretched into nearly twenty minutes.
Her green eyes scanned the room again, darting from corner to corner as if something might suddenly emerge.
If I wasn't nervous right now, something would be seriously wrong, she thought to herself.
After all, she was in a completely unfamiliar world. No allies. No idea what was going to happen next.
Her lilac-silver hair shimmered slightly in the artificial light as her wings—small and elegant, folded neatly behind her ears—gave a faint flutter. The tilt of her halo shifted slightly as she moved, as if echoing her unease.
"Wuuu…" Robin whimpered quietly, hugging herself.
She glanced at the door. Still closed. Still no sound from the other side.
Am I getting kidnapped?!
Her imagination spiraled.
What if… what if they want to take my wings?
Her hands instinctively reached up, touching the delicate feathers where her wings is at the back of her ear.
What if they cook them?!
Her eyes widened in horror.
Nooo! They're too small! There's not even enough meat! Don't take parts of my body!!
Robin leaned forward on the table, her expression now a dramatic mix of panic and despair, silently pleading to the empty room like a prisoner awaiting judgment.
If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen a winged girl with a glowing halo, staring into space, gently cradling her neck, and muttering like she was rehearsing a courtroom defense.
The room remained still. The silence unbearable.
The door clicked open with a soft whirr.
Robin flinched. Her eyes snapped open, wings twitching protectively as she hugged herself in the chair.
Agent Alex stepped in, the soft sound of his dress shoes echoing off the sterile floor. He paused just a second at the sight before him.
"Sorry for the wait, Miss Robin. I had to report to my superiors," he said casually—though his gaze lingered on her curled-up form, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, hands hovering protectively over the wings behind her neck.
"…Miss Robin?"
Robin blinked rapidly, realizing what she must look like right now—huddled in the chair like a frightened stray cat. She straightened up immediately, clearing her throat and desperately trying to compose herself.
"A-ahem." Her voice cracked slightly. "So... what will happen to me?"
Agent Alex, perhaps out of courtesy—or to spare her the embarrassment—turned his eyes to the side and coughed politely. Then he walked over and took a seat across from her, setting his briefcase beside the table with practiced ease.
"I just need you to answer a few questions. That's all."
Robin narrowed her eyes a little. "Is it… necessary?"
He nodded once. "Yes."
She sighed. "…Okay."
Just then, the door opened briefly again. A young subordinate stepped in, holding a slim folder and a printed form. Without a word, he handed it over to Agent Alex, who gave a small nod in thanks. The assistant left just as quietly.
Alex clicked open a pen, flipping the folder open with an efficient motion. His expression shifted into something more formal.
"Then let's begin. If you don't mind, Miss Robin… How old are you?"
Robin stared at him, then paused. Oh no. That question.
Her mind raced. How old is this body? Technically… less than a day? But if I go by my real self, then… early twenties?
"…Twenty years old," she answered, trying to sound confident.
Alex hummed thoughtfully and nodded as he scribbled the answer down. But then—his eyes flicked, just for the briefest moment, to the side of the room.
Robin's gaze followed instinctively, turning toward the empty space next to him.
There was nothing there.
Nothing but a plain white wall.
Still, she squinted suspiciously.
…What exactly did he just look at?
Agent Alex adjusted his papers, glanced briefly at what he'd already written, then continued smoothly with the next question.
"So, Miss Robin… does your original world resemble ours? Was it modern?"
Robin tilted her head slightly. "Yes?"
He nodded and jotted that down without hesitation.
What followed were more standard questions—nothing invasive. He asked about her language, whether she remembered anything unusual before arriving, her preferences in food, if she had any allergies. Questions that felt more like a medical intake form than an interrogation.
Minutes passed like that.
Just when Robin had started to relax in her seat, Alex set down his pen momentarily and looked her in the eyes.
"Just one more question before we wrap up, Miss Robin."
"Alright."
"Do you… possess any abilities?"
Robin blinked. "Abilities? What do you mean by that?"
Alex offered a polite smile. "Ah—my apologies. I should've explained that earlier." He cleared his throat and began, folding his hands together.
"You see, in this world, we classify people who are affected by dimensional rifts into two categories. First are Awakeners—individuals from this world who gain abilities after forming a contract with a rift portal that appears randomly. The second category is…" He gestured between them. "People like us. Outsiders who arrive from other worlds, often bringing their own powers along."
He paused to let that sink in before continuing.
"Abilities themselves are also classified. The first type is Physical. These include users who can transform parts of their bodies—turn into creatures or elements, or simply enhance their strength, speed, durability, and other natural capabilities."
Robin nodded slowly, remembering the man earlier who had transformed into a bird mid-step.
"The second type is Psychic. That covers a wide range—manipulating weather, controlling objects with the mind, healing, summoning entities… essentially anything magical or mentally driven."
By the time Alex finished his explanation, Robin was leaning forward slightly, her expression thoughtful.
"So… which are you, Miss Robin?"
She frowned softly, glancing down at her gloved hands. Her wings gave a small flutter behind her ears.
"…What if the otherworldly person doesn't have any powers?" she asked, her voice low with genuine curiosity.
Alex gave her a small, knowing smile. "Even if they arrive without powers, they're still treated as honored guests of this world. By law, every 'Otherworlder' is granted citizenship, a base monthly salary of $500, and provided a home."
Robin froze.
"…Wait. I get a house? And money?"
"Correct."
Robin stood up so fast her chair squeaked against the floor. She stared at him, wide-eyed. "You mean I just get those… even if I'm completely useless?!"
Alex blinked at the phrasing, then gave a small chuckle. "Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but yes. It's our policy."
Robin's emerald eyes sparkled like someone who just hit the jackpot.
That… that was absolutely wonderful.
Robin's delicate wings fluttered slightly behind her ears, a soft rustle that caught Agent Alex's attention.
He paused in his writing, tilting his head curiously. "Miss Robin… are you perhaps… an angel?"
Robin blinked at him, then shook her head lightly, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. "Ah, no. I'm not. I'm Halovian."
Alex gave a thoughtful nod and scribbled the name down in his notes. "I see. Thank you."
There was a short pause. Robin seemed to hesitate, then leaned forward with curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
"…Is singing considered an ability?" she asked, tilting her head.
Alex raised a brow. "Depends. Why do you ask?"
Robin sat back, thoughtful. If I'm in Robin's body from Honkai Star Rail… does that mean I have her skills too? She remembered the performances, the buffs, the dazzling music that lifted allies in battle.
"I can sing," she said carefully, "and it… gives a kind of boost to people I consider allies."
Alex looked up with mild surprise. "Oh? A buffer?" He smiled, clearly impressed. "That's quite useful. Buffers are rare, even beyond our borders." He scribbled quickly into his notes again.
Once finished, he clipped the papers neatly together, stood up, and offered her a polite nod. "Alright, that's all, Miss Robin. You're free to go."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Yes. Head to the counter at the main entrance—just tell them your name. They'll provide you with the key to your assigned residence, a phone, and a bank card. The account will already have your initial $500 allowance."
He paused before adding, "It'll take about a week to issue your official ID card. In the meantime, please return here in three days for your ability classification test."
Robin stood, her heels clicking softly on the floor. "Understood," she said with a polite nod, though her voice carried a spark of excitement.
Free house. Free money. maybe even become number 1 star… ahem maybe it to much...
Her wings fluttered again with joy as she stepped toward the door, cheeks flushed with eagerness.
This world might just be the best gacha pull I've ever made.
(A/n: I forgot that Robin's wing is behind her ear, not her neck — but oh well, if it happened, it happened.)